It's inevitable.
Even those who only last a few minutes, months, or years.
The decades will fly away.
We'll all slowly decay.
Preservatives will only do so much.
Plastic won't fade, but your skin will anyway.
We want to stop the clock at the moment we're accepted.
The moment only lasts so long.
It's already gone, and you didn't even know it was the only time you'd shine.
Then you're gone back into the background.
You're no longer the shining light.
Beauty is subjective, and people are selective.
You'll never shine for everyone, and you'll never shine forever.
You'll rot away with the rest of us.
We all end up as nothing, so why does the journey to our nothingness matter so much to us.
Why do we feel the need to shine, even if it's just for a while.
It controls us.
It is fear. It is a drug. It is killing us.
It feeds off of us.
We throw the money their way and watch as they burn it to our dismay.
They help us shine and to keep shining.
Then they tell us we need to shine brighter.
We throw them our coins which is all we have left and watch as they fuse them together to our watchful eyes.
We shine again.
Brighter than ever.
But the shine never lasts forever, so we keep going back to them to extend our bright light.
Only we look back and see we were never shining.
It was only a slight flash.
In the mirror stands a monster merge with needles and threads.
We never shone when we couldn't deter from the light.
We couldn't distinguish disgust and anguish from beauty and content.
It seemed like the same thing.
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Dear light in the sky
PoetryWhat's that shining in the sky? Is it the light or all an illusion. Can it save you from the dark swallowing you, or will it consume you too. How do you reach the sky when you have no ladder? What happens when it's too late? Where do we go after eve...
