brilliance,
a heart of gold,
and a voice that whispers,
"i am wholly miserable."
he is the most miserable of
men.
every word he speaks reeks of failure.
he has failed where others
have succeeded threefold.
this failure
suffers
what is a man
that is the source of his own misery...
to face a lifelong nightmare
of taunting dreams is
unbearable.
what is this man,
a dark prophet...
a dark prophecy...
suffering knows no end,
nor does his appetite for
it
opt for the darkest corner and brood.
keep closed your eyes.
keep turned your back.
tomorrow is dead.
tomorrow is
dead.
today is the grave.
yesterday he secured a tomb.
time has been cruel.
why should time be any different than
life
when tomorrow is dead
his shame.
he will lie between
resentment and regret.
he shed his grace.
as certian
as a snake sheds its skin.
laid waste to a wealth of talent -
his curse of being blessed with treasures
that just were not gold
enough.
his endless misfortune
