A dim red hue over the proudest face a child could make.
A dancing light in the night that shatters into fireflies.
I am merely the kid who's head hit the concrete softly as you pushed.
Scraping my hand and knees
I am merely the man who plundered his own soul to support the ones he loved.
I am merely the person with less than an ounce of worth left who can look at the faces of those who have wronged him to say.
I don't hate you.
Every moment from before the moment I became who I am.
Yesterday I was somebody else, tomorrow will be no different.
Taking moments from years and starting only now to count my centuries.
And as the gibberish flows from my mouth and you are left with an idea of.
Ok.
I captivate one person only for the purpose of this modern day experiment of what comes next.
Merely to pass my days till the day I die.
That's who I am