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”
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