No one said you’re immortal.
Such beliefs grow from within,
clouding reason
to stretch you thin
to a point where in the rain,
October makes cocktails with your tears
‘Help me please
I can’t do it alone’
a mistake to believe so in the first place,
And such is your shame.
Good luck relying on self – sufficient sources
and gathering your frame when you fall.
For pride will sprout from perceived immortality
casting you down in vain,
appeasing walls.
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