and you, atrophy. how your marble crumbles / leaves you with mere pebbles. but you were not destined to savour the sunshine, no, / you were destined the bitter taste of loneliness. how it lingers on your tongue still. bone down to marrow, you were the affliction. something skin-deep, epidermal infection.
for there was a fine line between man and monster. but he was plague-like, sweeping over the land like stratus and engulfing everything in a sunless day. but he wasn’t always like this, all sharp-dressed in melancholy and starless. once a man so high-flying, gave everything for his family. but the his affliction is truth, maddening truth, and he cannot escape.
i’m afraid we don’t share the same ideals. there is a task at hand that i must complete. only then will i be able to rest.
@authree has crossed the batter’s path.
