It's but, in grim reality,
The man that I could never be
Who steps forth from the pages lost
That none but I should know the cost...
...Of endless nights, yet filled with pain.
...Of daily deeds, yet spilled in vain
Attempts to reconcile a dream
I once held proud, with self-esteem.
Tormented eyes before the dawn
That see, full-well, the best is gone,
With all inside bereft of hope,
Another bloodshot day to cope...
Now stares me in the face and grins
And dares me not recall my sins
Before the throne of all above,
Or all in life I once dared love.
As the echoes of laughter fade
In the face of Promises made,
I stand, a faceless man, and weep
For all that I could never keep.
But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.