So many people around me, yet I still feel alone.
Crying out to the sky with no answers.
I curse this place, for its curses placed on me.

I've let myself down yet again.
As I force myself to exit the room,
I was lost staring into my reflection that had turned its back on me.

And thought to myself; these days have become bland and color less.
Shot down in flames, left to burn in a wreckage of my remains.
My imperfections burn fossil fuels polluting those who are close to me.

And If, I could only dream,
I'd dream a little dream,
and imagine life as though it was completely different.

As he holds his composure,
these glazed, bloodshot, blue eyes he wears,
swollen with angst are the only giveaway of his suffering.

The trophy of failure has never shone so bright.
The glare of disappointment blinds my harmless eyes.
I've been cursed to hold Medusa's eyes.

As I stare at everything it turns too dust.