Lacking

by Autumn Win-dow

(A spin-off of 'The Seven Carriage Serpent' by AoGAHC13'. Disclaimed.)


How does it feel to lack

The complete knowledge of your lifetime

As the clocks move their pointed arms

They tell you the definite past

But not the future

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How does it feel to lack

The ability of obtaining your wants

To see your greatest ambitions in front of you

You know what they are by sight

But not touch

.

How does it feel to lack

The strength to move on

As you stand in a swarm of greatest fears

Even as they swirl harmlessly around you

Your limbs are a mannequin's

.

How does it feel to lack

You wrists free from shackles of air

To be pulled in by the temptations of the world

Its opportunities and disasters

But either way you cannot reach out

.

How does it feel to lack

An admirable image in the minds of others

To feel the warm artificial light of the spotlight

Basking in its immense glory

Only to find that the theatre is empty

.

How does it feel to lack

The confidence to look in the mirror

To be certain that he would not shy away

Upon your first meeting

Because the first impression is of appearances alone

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How does it feel to lack

The capability to save the ones you love

As you remained trapped in a glass cube of mirrors

While you leer away from self-determination and esteem

The one in true danger has long left

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How does it feel to lack

The man who will swear to stay by your side

While you lose everything else and lack all you never had

You will for sure have him

As he counts what you do have with a smile

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How does it feel to lack

The ability to change your world

While you have lost everything you once had

The girl with the brown hair never held possession of them

And she wants you to understand, as her best friend

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How does it feel to lack

The talent of making people happy

While she can create the smile of a Cheshire

You only bring out the deepest frowns

And all you can do is smile, as she frowns

.

How does it feel to lack

The habit of maintaining your facade

When you have truly lost everything

As he deems you insane and calculative

And you deem her next to dead

.

But how does it feel to have

The ability to stay alive

While you lay in an asylum's creaking bed

Waiting for your next dose of morphine

As she is unable to bear what she lacks any longer

.

But she delivers to you what she does lack

Something which she can never obtain for herself

Like all the other things

Something which only you can receive for yourself

...The image of her losing something which she does have.