Act 2: Crying in the Rain

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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