Such a beautiful soul
That renders my own shocked
And society's freezing it cold
I need to make it stop.
This was a pursuit
This was my normal game
This is what shock is
I want to see you sane.
I'm heartless, without compassion
I'm a sucker for vulnerability
I'm a crow in her prime
And pain is so shiny.
You have company and, god, does she fit you
But you're still breaking, dear.
You're an old soul so tired and weary
But Earth still needs you here.
How dare Life chip at you?
How dare Life bring you down?
And you call yourself weak;
Taking the beating without a sound.
Have you never seen the inherent brightness
That rests just beyond your skin?
See your reflection in
And take your beauty in.
Because I can't comprehend
How you can't see yourself.
With your untainted imagination
When society's blinded by wealth.
I can't say I'm not like the rest
I can't say I differ at all.
But I have the eyes to see a miracle
So I can't let you fall.
You are an oddity of nature herself
That I wanted to capture, to chase.
And through your constant shock value
I now want to see you stay.
At this point, I should just put all the poems of this series into a collection. Should I?
