Move

You had it in your palms,

the sweat of a scared believer.

You held it in your fingertips,

the lining of a cloud so silver.

You threw it all away,

the wisdom of a true superhero.

You left it all behind,

the symptoms of a frailing ego.

Your eyelids burn your feeble soul

to free your wretchedness;

Your heart-shaped face release the fate

of a lasting loneliness.

You bleed crimson red

and fill your glass

until it overflows.

You kill the time

and make it last

until nobody grows.

Are the bruises worth every word

your thoughts discreetly whisper?

Are the tombstones ever ready

for each soul in hell to linger?

 Shake your head

and let your mind

admit reality.

 Unless you start

to walk away,

You'll never be worthy.