There Can Be Only One
Run, as I won the lottery of being shunned
a part of me dies, and a part of me runs
together there is one, a choice I have to make
a dream to realize, a force for good it breaks
Never was I woke, never did I sleep
never did I choke, nor did I spit
true feelings of nought, I sought to repeat
cruel ushers of distrust, surrounded me knee-deep
Alone, alone — you are who thought of it, don’t weep
it creeps away through your soul, and no one there to seep
the hurtful emotions, of loneliness and angst
love is dead, your soul is at unrest — how sad you dreamt in fear
A silent of calms, that blow the norms — the ones that cause your tears
no one to hold you, taketh away — you reap what once you sowed
a thought of endless sadness, truth can’t be borne of it
an empty cry for help it seems, a mirror to reflect it seems
There can be only one, as you shatter the dream
you bleed your heart away, your hands lay waste to ides of woe
your soul can’t release — it, in the end, no matter the cost
the death of one, who never did try to realize the image of him
