Here is the best poem I have ever written; the best literature I have ever written:
If I were a bird and more potently loved.
Well I'd still be a bird, unwillingly gloved.
Taken small steps, one at a time.
Pass an old man passing his prime.
To kill is to end, to end is to fake
The morosely endeavored high of mistake.
I am still so young, but I feel so worn out.
Borrowed and weathered and filtered throughout.
I have scratches and bruises and scars; all within.
Demonstrably used, a willing chagrin.
My feet, they are sore and cracked at the seams.
I seem to have lost my callous regimes.
If I were a dog, they'd call me beat down.
Watch as I walk and revive this ghost town.
Reluctantly bear this garbage-like throne.
Maniacally twisting this pain to postpone
The feeling of worthlessness and this charade
Of thriving and bribing what we once portrayed.
I am still so barren, emotionally dead.
Talk in a voice devoid of my head.
Constantly moving, don't blink until dawn.
Feeling this feeling of feeling withdrawn.
You look and you taste as if I were here.
Is it possible now that I am what I fear?
in opportune times, I seek and will find
the omnipotent one, savior of mankind.