[COLOR="SeaGreen"][B]"Irresponsible Fool"[/B]
My acts are a cacophony,
of dying, tortured screams.
A condemning play before me;
my role a hellish dream.
Consequences rain upon me,
sizzling like acid on a scar.
I break for desparation to
escape the earth ends far,
but these crows, they follow closely,
to peck with glee mine eyes.
I stumble as a fatman drunk.
And drop, by lesion a soulless cry;
my path has left me with lepers' hope.
I cannot say that I have joy, no.
Hear the death bell as it tolls . . .
Rats pick clean and fungi grow,
where what once I held in hand so proud,
a freedom won from childish days,
in vain lies dead in tear-soaked ground;
a marble mausoleum for all my foolish ways.
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