No matter how many times I could write about you leaving, no amount of words could ever prepare me for it. I never knew what I would do when that day came, I put myself into so many scenarios. I suppose at least I no longer need to test myself.

The answer all along was nothing at all.
There was not a **** thing I could do.

The man stopped, looked back
On a cold and windy night
Withdrew his hands from his pockets
And prepared himself for the fight

His eyes gleam like moonlight
His cigar, like coal
He dropped it on the ground
And beneath his boot it rolls

He breathes in the cold, fresh air
Getting in the mindset for trouble
Which he guessed would arrive
And do so on the double

In and out, quick little breaths
Trying to relieve the tension,
All his fear, all the suspension
It doesn't help but rather
Starts to pump adrenaline

His mind is an oasis of calm,
Cool and clear
His body trembles just a tad
As his muscles click into gear

Slowly he raises his head
Suddenly feeling steady
His mind is emptied of all its worries
And now?

He is truly ready

We don't think about sleep.
We don't think about time.
We think about goal.

We are not machine.
We sleep with achievement.

they always told me,
your family will be all you have left,
when your trust is in theft,
when you've fallen and waiting for the best
when your fading in the darkness
and everyone is up in the falseness
but I've come to a rare conclusion
in the end, we live alone,
and we'll die alone,
everything else is merely an illusion
lost in confusion
false fairy tales made up in your mind,
your pulse is racing, time is wasting
were being tested in a world that's infested
the contestants are waiting in line,
so divine, this life of mine
so prepare for the end of time.

There's something beautiful
about the way people drink
their coffee in the morning,
with rumpled clothes
and bed head, and
even tired eyes.

In their gaze is slow long
sips of determination,
routine,
hope,
and
caffeine,
and
I can't help but wonder–
what battles
they're
preparing for.

I'm slowing losing everything
What seems to be my loss, is your gain
As I push through the hunger pain
I can feel it effects
Feel the decaying in my brain
Not sure how long I can last
Before I go insane
Nothing could prepare me for this
Not matter how much I train

I simply can not wash myself of you
I don't know how you do...this
Forever trapped in an abyss
Forever dreaming of bliss
Times of joy I truly miss
You're killing me slowly
Feels like eternity
Please just end thee
You're the leech of my life
Cause no love, just Strife

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