Anhedonia Pt.2

Line approaching line

End apprehending end

Inching closer and closer

Windows closing

Exhaling impaired judgement

Like father like son

A replica more flawed than the archetype

The apple falls directly below the tree

But the tree is dead

Which leaves the apple rotten as can be

Hoping desperately my pen runs dry

While procuring more and more ink

Scribing the same sentence

Again and again

Will the circle remain unbroken?

A good man grows cold

With every knife

And every arrow

With every obstacle

Some say character is built

A good man grows old

With every failure

And every regret

With every goodbye

Some say he gains wisdom

Here stands our good man, alone

Shattered and bleeding

From every mistake

Every betrayal

And every lesson learned

A good man as good as dead