The brink

He looked at his nails all gritty and black

Like a rival at a ball game talking smack

They challenge him to a duel, his anger they feul

They push him far, further than he can handle

In these dark times his faith is his only candle

He watches with patience every face

Hoping someday to find a magic mirror.

He wants to get there with everything he has Her pale blue eyes make him regress

He was msant for so much but here he is wasted

The Happiness and toffeedrops fall on a mountain Far to steep

If only he was ready enough to leave behind what he had planned

He looks at his nails so gritty and black

He procedes to clean them

The dirt is gone but my thoughts are still here

He sits there Craving heartbreak while the world makes its demands

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