He lost to the ages, his sadness was like a plague.
In the dark he stood, no one saw him, no one noticed.
How great he was, he was the special one.
The Humming son of the best parents.
The Best lover.
The Brightest genius, that ever wandered.
That ever pondered.
People didn't notice him, called him boring, called him mean and insensitive.
But they just didn't Understood the lost man.
Shallow he called them.
The Mirror looked back, and all he saw was the semi-best.
The mirror slowly fell apart, but when the fragments reflected.
The Madness consumed, the emptiness fallowed, and the bitterness sliced.
He was then truly lost.
