A decaying utopia of tragedies,
Each fate befalling faster than the first
Each man ending up a little more alone
A little more forgotten in his plight

The tales of loss, of hatred and sorrow
Sink into me readily
Eager to infect new victims

Words are just letters, but stories are more
They are emotion, and flair, and creation
They are metamorphoses of the human mind
Into something more grand
A butterfly into a hummingbird
Faster, always faster
Flapping more and more

I see the surface now
It ripples as I approach
My beats are tidal waves on the top
To break through the bottom
To open a mold

I crawl slowly sometimes,
A turtle on the sand
Taking my first steps into a world of woe
Cracking from one egg of so many
Abandoned before even birth

I fold and I lapse
Sometimes
Like paper
My will is not strong
Nor my wit
Glue is a commodity
An extra
I don't have it
Nothing holds me together