brittle bones
aging faces
a promise to stay young forever
gorge yourself in the lies of the rich!
no one is young forever
cracking skin
wrinkled eyes
Since when was this MY destiny?
Die young to look good for your funeral photos was how I wanted to live
I hide in the newly formed shadows, scared of myself.
I should've cared when I had the chance
An almost jealous rage
No one ages the same
He looks like he isn't a day past 1000
She is so untethered with herself
Standing is hard on my back
Living is hard on myself
I'm just the background piano player for an idol
That's really who I am
Practice my introduction
"Hi, my name is Loodvigg and I'm the old freak you hope to never see again"
"Hi, I'm aging every single day"
"I'm dying"
With cold and dark eyes
I pick apart myself
Like I picked the others apart
Young forever
a curse I gave not myself
Old in time
The sand in the stellar glass drops into the lower compartment
Hourglass
Time runs out
Was it because of the stress?
Because of the smoke?
Because of someone else?
I can't believe it was my fault I got old.
"Start again on three!"
"I think we are missing someone."
They all looked around, counting each face.
One old face is missing.
"well, I suppose go get him."
"We need you out there," I clench my jaw.
"Don't spoil your words!"
Frustrated, I turn back.
"Since when did you hate yourself?"
I never hated myself!
I just simply hate the time.
"How, could I-!"
It struck me.
Die young.
"How dare you come back here without him!"
"Don't give me that! He just wants... well I don't know, a break?"
"Oh, stop bickering you too! Acting like some sort of old married couple."
"That's because we are!" She turns her back. "I have other matters to deal with anyways."
Am I selfish to initiate a rebirth?
Others have it worse.
But if I can't even stand my shell then there's no way I can stand my soul.
or was it the other way around?
Was my soul always hurtful and then it turned on me?
"Can we continue with 2 missing?"
"Just forget it, everyone is struggling and doing our song would just add more stress."
"Struggling? THEY are struggling? Do you have any idea what I went through?!"
"This is why I suggest we stop this."
for weathered bones and collapsed organs give me the strongest hatred of all
A hatred towards myself
Self-loathing
My body cannot go on looking like this
so it's now or never.
I'll never be young forever.
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Furcorn Finds Out Santa Isn't Real and Other Misfortunes
FanfictionLife is unfair and often unreal. Being more than a monster helps sometimes.
