We Who Allow Devotion to End us

|We Who Allow devotion to end us. {"My stability, our integrity, transpires to be poaching down into a gap of nothingness. I would coincidentally praise myself for not ceasing to function as a new youthful adult, I documented into the coercive world with expectancies and hopes, never diminishing, soaring to the atmosphere yet all crashes down when you have absolute frivolity to hold onto. I gaped at the stars with the forlorn, lonesome perplexing notion. Why cannot I aviate and soar so high as the infinities of these souls Pre Adolescence was creeping up on me like a malicious atrocity, sucking in its venom, assembling me to grieve for the past. Children never comprehend what they retain until it’s gone, we want to ripen but for how long? They say society says, You are an adult, you repeat, you shan’t be crying, you shan’t be missing. God bestowed your prayers, and this is what you do. You sob for the past that you would never accumulate heretofore, at your innocence, you weep at how pure you were until the pain of the world scorched your back and left its morsel acidic marks all over your flesh; the pigmented scars that would never vanish nor fade away; almost as if they were everlasting tattoos, even though they can be removed. Every time you glance in the mirror, a haunting reminder would suffice, evolve from the waters, the seas, the oceans, and ripen from the shores. Every time you scream into the void you have had enough. You would be a hypocrite because your wishes were already granted. You were immature when you starved to grow up, and currently, there is no pivoting back from it. If an unprecedented reminder was etched to your internal organs, to never ever trust again. Would you betray it, or would you follow through with fate? Fate who dances in a sloppy cord, a fashion that should never cease to flabbergast us, destiny comes plummeting at your fingertips as you hold the cancer stick in between your fingers joints, fiddling it as if you were a child with an enveloping curiously and mischief that remained unattainable. Laughter erupts and mixes in with penetrating cries that go disregarded, unseen, humanity is unseen. We place the stick in between our parted lips to, suffice it and make it disappear. Allow the prosperity and devotion for humanity, end us, annihilate us, rip our already teared-up souls asunder, to teensy bit shreds lying on the concrete, motionless and dead like we are.}