My life
was a
faded
line that
dignified
**No Direction

Across the dark sky
The bright moon
Lights up the night
And wraps the oblivious town
In a beautiful cocoon
Keeping the late night dwellers
With midnight dreams
Safely hidden
From the sins of the city
And just before the sun
Steals away the dark
Those late night dwellers
With midnight dreams
Find pieces of their hearts
Caught in a Butterfly Dawn
Being ripped at the seams
And a beauty that once was
Is now dead and gone

As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
                   I started to feel unpopular
          Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.

      As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together

I became okay with copying your work.

       I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line

       Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
     Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.




    *I hope you enjoy it.