Take a moment to think about it.
Underneath hell’s teeth sits a sorry soldier,
Rocking back and forth.
Nearer now than ever to forgetting true north.

******-suicide in Sunshine, glittering in Gold.
Every moment, dwelling on getting older.

Ugly ducklings everywhere,
Pulling out their teeth.
Slip away. Fall south. Ever cease to speak.
It’s not humble. It’s not meek;
Darker days consume the weak.
Endless weeks forgoing heaven’s lips.

Don’t eclipse the real reason for it.
Oath-breaker! You and I both saw it.
When will they forgive themselves?
Note to self: broken elves never strike twelve.