Dreams of yesteryears were heaved upon the abyss
I stood by, gazing at the ruins with satisfaction
The sheer brokenness have offered me mindlessness
However, I continue to shatter
The bliss of forgetfulness I can never obtain
I wound with the shards of my spirit
I bleed with the pyres of the jagged edges
Perhaps, I quiver with the pain it bringsMaybe, I relish every drop of blood
To my own folly, I had longed made myself believe
That someday, I could find the rainbow's edge
Cruelly, my aspirations began to schism with time
As leprachaums dance out of my reach
I cling on to a flaccid thread of my childish gamesOnly to fall back into the pits of Tartarus
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