The Man Above The Boy Within

Mannequin

I begin this chapter broken and fractured,
My lung has no more screams left,
My eyes have no more stories to tell,
My words keep peeling back the layers,
Removing my masks,
It's always winter inside me,
With a summer storm and lightening,
Death is but only a blank stare,
I see nothing behind the eyes of the grave,
The sadness is inevitable,
I'd still like it to be evitable,
Will the sadness last forever?

I begin this chapter broken and fractured,
My words are my grave,
They bury me and lay me in peace,
After watching my soul bleed,
After watching my mind shatter,
Everyone loses, everyone hurts,
I keep weighing the pain of staying and the pain of leaving,
But my whole body has become this grave,
Where all the feelings are buried.
why do I ache like this?

I begin this chapter broken and fractured,
People look at me and think insanity,
Maybe they are right, maybe I am,
And in the nights, when the noise has died,
The whispers get loud and the screams quell,
Night times are hard for me,
Filled with terrors and torments,
A theatre of dreams, not for football,
One that holds recordings of me,
A cinematic experience of how miserable I am,
I am my own cast and crew, my own hero and villain,
A perfect fit for a modern disaster.

I begin this chapter broken and fractured,
My mind has been chained to my fears,
My quill tied to my thoughts,
A violent relationship, a perfect friendship,
I have a mannequin for show,
One that distract people from my misery,
It's a beautiful mask, it's a wonderful personality
It's the only soldier I've got, one that wrestles my misery,
It's the man above,
Created by the boy within.

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