A year has passed
Another well-endowed with sorrow and crass
7 months of love, washed in the bright colourful embers shot in the sky
A man once more plunged into a crater of cries
Of unheard pleas
His life is nothing but the least
A fragile amethyst inside a rough odd rock
The glowing lavender shines
The heart of the fallen cries
With his world plunged into darkness, a soul craves
An effect of meaning from a body that fills the concave in the heart
A purpose to love
And a purpose to be loved
The bright flowers showered it's warmth
It's addictive smell lingered around as the year, the time passed
A new era of ideas, of art and pain and self-loathing has begun
The hole ceased, and began it's expansion once more
The heart and soul of an un/fortunate man begun to crumble
A race, to see love or the end of a life
Worth, confusion, self-loathing
Importance, insignificant, doubting
Love, empty and craving
Value, undetermined, confused
Determination, gone, nonexistent
Will, to die, no more
Strength, weakening, falling apart
The bulwark has crumbled, the parasite is in
The heart has weakened, it has started to cave in
The body that once held has crushed itself
Time leads and death lingers
It pulls itself apart in two minds, the want of a broken human being torn in two positive minds
Patience and Suicide
Longingly waiting or pierce the volatile catalyst
The unfortunate story of the Sorrowful Amethyst