Film
Film
A case of self-destruction
The clues:
Spontaneity
Frivolity
Sloth
Lack of reverence
Lack of self-control
Internalized issues
That fester and boil and break the skin
The Cable was a mistake
It snapped
And I fell
Left on the ground
With coils winding about
The Hope was a mistake
The expectation of it all
It was not so much that the world failed me
But that I sat
And waited on lightning
When the conditions did not warrant its appearance
Oh despair, despair
At this woman in red who has walked through my door
Trouble she brings with her
Clinging to her hem
The Petulant Child
Oh despair, despair
At this mysterious Hound
An option it brings
That I have yet to consider
The Unsettling Question
Alas, that nothing is as it seems
This Hidden Enemy
This Unseen force
This Drive behind it All
A tack
A nail
A spike
To drive me off my road
My path
My intended course
And yet
Mystery of mysteries
I can blame none but myself
(Though I cannot think when I might have placed it)
Like a man I once knew, dying of Insomnia
I have this secret life I have never known
Simply because I detest my own
There is a Manila Folder
Sitting on a desk
That is covered in dust
Because No One has ever used the chair
And in this Folder
Is the Mystery that no one can solve
And though they line up outside the door
They all fear to come in
The secretary will buzz and say they are here
And the empty office echoes
With all the things never said
And the Silence waits
For the Man of Courage
To Unravel
For it is needed
The Man of Tolerance
And he cannot be advertised
And he cannot be found
And so he will never come
The Mystery will remain
The Happiness was a mistake
For every time it comes
It leaves again
Taking more and more with it
And it can never come back as full as it went
And I am drained as I sit
And no longer
No more
Will tears come at my displacement
For I have wept all the emotions God had given me
And only sensation remains
Brushing against my skin
Pain
Irritation
The twinge of delight
And I sigh
For this world is worthy of it
And I wait
For there is nothing else to be done
And I watch the Hope
As it moves from one book to another
Chapter to Chapter
Monetary and Momentum
The Time
Both the Corner and the Far-Sighted
And I wait
For there is nothing else to do
And there is nothing left for me
But this Manila Folder
On the desk in front of me
A case of self-destruction
The clues:
Spontaneity
Frivolity
Sloth
Lack of reverence
Lack of self-control
Internalized issues
That fester and boil and break the skin
The Cable was a mistake
It snapped
And I fell
Left on the ground
With coils winding about
The Hope was a mistake
The expectation of it all
It was not so much that the world failed me
But that I sat
And waited on lightning
When the conditions did not warrant its appearance
Oh despair, despair
At this woman in red who has walked through my door
Trouble she brings with her
Clinging to her hem
The Petulant Child
Oh despair, despair
At this mysterious Hound
An option it brings
That I have yet to consider
The Unsettling Question
Alas, that nothing is as it seems
This Hidden Enemy
This Unseen force
This Drive behind it All
A tack
A nail
A spike
To drive me off my road
My path
My intended course
And yet
Mystery of mysteries
I can blame none but myself
(Though I cannot think when I might have placed it)
Like a man I once knew, dying of Insomnia
I have this secret life I have never known
Simply because I detest my own
There is a Manila Folder
Sitting on a desk
That is covered in dust
Because No One has ever used the chair
And in this Folder
Is the Mystery that no one can solve
And though they line up outside the door
They all fear to come in
The secretary will buzz and say they are here
And the empty office echoes
With all the things never said
And the Silence waits
For the Man of Courage
To Unravel
For it is needed
The Man of Tolerance
And he cannot be advertised
And he cannot be found
And so he will never come
The Mystery will remain
The Happiness was a mistake
For every time it comes
It leaves again
Taking more and more with it
And it can never come back as full as it went
And I am drained as I sit
And no longer
No more
Will tears come at my displacement
For I have wept all the emotions God had given me
And only sensation remains
Brushing against my skin
Pain
Irritation
The twinge of delight
And I sigh
For this world is worthy of it
And I wait
For there is nothing else to be done
And I watch the Hope
As it moves from one book to another
Chapter to Chapter
Monetary and Momentum
The Time
Both the Corner and the Far-Sighted
And I wait
For there is nothing else to do
And there is nothing left for me
But this Manila Folder
On the desk in front of me
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