Destiny's Stigma
A curious eye realizes
The mind's most anxious find.
A perilous dye tenderizes
The mind's most reckless tide.
A scrupulous high becomes
The mind's most delirious hive.
Destiny's stigma brands this jive,
And murders the mind's
Most striven kind.
Youth dies...
Author's Note: I don't know how exactly...but I came up with the idea for this poem on the spur of the moment. Strange, but oddly enough, it didn't turn out that bad. I wish that could have added more detail to it, but I had so much more to do. ...And I still do. I won't complain, though. I freakin' love being busy.