Acretongue Oblivion
Cast and moulded - well defined
Bent and folded - one of a kind
A new bloodline
Kind and skillful - yet so deprived
Artificial, just to survive
Are you alive?
Straight and narrow - a lonely line
Details are arrows that's killing time
A flaw by design
Hide - or face these fears
Those silent blows that no one hears
Why - it seems so clear
Your fragile frame - an end so near
As the cracks appear
Through hesitation, you hide yourself
Such trepidation, too deep to delve
The mould was broken, when you gave in
The blow you feared for, came from within
You could leave the mistakes
Lose the fear in your wake
There's not much that's at stake
Oblivion's not your fate