It gets worse than lonely
Everyone is lonely
In fact
It's lonely at the top, however
Not everyone grieves when nothing is lost
Not everyone shivers uncontrolably on a sunny afternoon
Not everyone is faced with a thousand problems
With
Only
A
Single
Solution
Not everyone crosses the threshold
And reaches the borderline
And finds their first home looking up and down the great beyond
And walks away
Day by day
Not everyone knows phantom pain
Not everyone can face every stage of grief in a day and clock into work tomorrow
Not everyone wakes up to reality in the middle of the night for weeks on end from memories too old to remember
And too awful to believe to be true
Playing
At 72 frames
In bright technicolor
True arthouse tragedy
So you'll never hear me say
I don't understand
You will never hear me ask why
It only takes
5 minutes
A leather belt
And a doorknob
It doesn't mean I agree
I won't
Be it only out of spite to everyone who lost their faith in me
Even after everyone's estranged
As a responsibility
A reminder
To make them see me mighty and despair
At the monster they created
I won't leave behind just forty bloody pieces of silver to pay for my tombstone
Leaving everyone behind and leaving no one to tend to its flowers
My preference goes out to
Hyacinths
And
Matthiola
Death and the beauty that doesnt die
A fitting paradox for
A once hopeless romantic
