The Lamplight, The Shadow, The Monster (Age 16)

Probably my best description of myself. It's about my life and how I've developed about a person. It's also about how I felt at times towards myself and how people made me feel about myself. It's also about how in life goals or achievements among other th

Part I : Innocence I don't remember the start. That was always blurry. The beginning of my heart, Now torn part from part, Is not something I'd remember in a hurry. I don't know how I became what I am, My memory escapes me, but I do see, Hopping from my mother's bed, like a lamb Lost in innocence, lost but able to be Just me and me and me, me so carefree. Part II : Innocence Lost Can you not see this still silent child now, With messy blonde curls, so lucidly cute, With his dirty clothes of patterned cows? Who knew that child's hair, so cute Would darken, poisoned from the root? Crawling on the grass, smiling, happy, Who knew this child would go wrong? He seems so innocent. (Lost?) A trapping Illusion, as this child soon became snappy, Ten years on, he wrote this poetic song. Part III : Decadence And so this is where they say the fire begins, Right turns to wrong, from childish curiousity In my life, in my part, in this dreamworld of sin, Here sizzled the monster, riddled with animosity, My elders regard me as crimson king of ferocity, Burning with a slow fire, towards the distant pyre, Cry once, my vile creators, cry once for the fire, After, release me, I've become something wrong, You don't understand? YOU KNOW WHERE I BELONG. Open the earth's crevice, cast me into the throng. Part IV : Midnight Mile Life in a lamp light, travel down the winding road, Pursuing the dreary, tall shadow to where it stood, Reaching this light, you realise all was but a silent lie, No goal achieved, nothing gained, no knowledge bestowed. Still you regard that distant next light and can't but try To hope, maybe this time the long shadow won't shrink Into oblivion, your latest hopes dashed, your boat sank. Men with their dreams lit in front of them, on the brink Of lunacy, should step back a while to carefully think, To think whether the shadow will stand or fall, swim or sink.