Beyond My Journal

As a hero You become what others could not You attempt the task In which you know you may never complete As for my spectators, please take your seats Because you held me When no other would love me My audience My reader Expendable I may seem On this lifeless meter As one can see I have become vulnerable, useless Soulless, my finale At your carnival, these are my excuses Because you held me When no other would love me I can no longer fly But because you see doom amongst the stars I shall reach once more for the skies It may seem pointless But it gives them hope So my failure will not be a complete disaster “I live in triumph My tragedy”