What happened is the tears dried in
To my tired and thickening skin
My heart gave out, but did not give in
As my mind teetered on the thin

Ledge of erupting emotions and functional sanity
From the dormant volcano of pent-up humanity
Rivers of boiling lava unveiling the man you see
Sweeping away the shelter of self-composed vanity

Now the mountainside of my soul looks incredibly bare
Stripped down to its roots, like it was never there
No time for sentiment, no place left to stare
Except for the smoking remains of my once fair…

Youthful idealism and bubble-wrapped innocence
Religious fervour and divine coincidence
mournful ruminations on avoidable incidents
Now let me evolve from the ashes, but only in increments.

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