He Is A Failure

Time freezes

Locked in a stasis, runners position

Eyes aimed forward, every muscle tensed

Released like a spring as the hands begin their journey

Beaten bruised broken

Consuming fear to achieve adrenaline 

Trading hope for an endless sacrifice stolen from Time

Fallen, forgotten, faceless

Deep rage stirs lighting up the shadow, the remnants of the sun

Pen clenched, a key and map, write a path to victory

Voices slowly growing, whispers, shouts, screams, roars

Quaking the flaming soul and blazing heart

The hands begin the end

Writer, Runner, Believer

Possessed by something deep within, a fire

Born from the depths of loss, the tongue of silence

He is beaten bruised broken fallen forgotten faceless

He is a writer runner believer

He is a failure

He is the one who looks out in the darkness

He is the one who found what can only be seen within

He will rise