Once upon a time, a boy lived
Beseiged by concrete walls
Putrid smell of wasteful thoughts
Fouled the air he breathed
He was alone with metal boxes
No pets, no people, only longing
To feign importance to his prime
He concocted tales of unabashed rhyme
His malaise was deemed uncurable
An illness of magnanimous scale
Medicines were futile against heart
A heart brimming up with loneliness
How to get close to a distance
Which no love could cross
Naked he felt, a virgin in feeling again
Crevices in skin oozing the sickness
It's all in the head and yes it's real
Bottle with no inhibition mapped
Quick succession, a foregone trap
He saw someone, always out of reach
A hand to touch only in dreams
Mother, he missed in his routine tales
Father, he ashamed all his life
A sense of closeness, a silk veil
Now he is fond of the black drop
It melts the baggage and hides him
A mask of tranquility, a featureless face
Now he walks freely, with a smile
Rancid thoughts his heart ogles, still
Trust no one but long for their words
Never tell them, destroy yourself
Told you! Hah! No one gives a fuck
He still gave himself, played all in
His cards though never made the play
Never in history could he be remembered
Not significant, so loved by the others
But one love he could never find
Was the one for himself
No one told him otherwise to assume
Now he sleeps and dreams
Of vacant spaces and empty chairs
Now he wants loneliness
His only loyal friend, a dive, a shot
Now no laughter, no tears, no surprises
It's dark. Born and Raised.
Finally he stopped talking.
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