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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
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.
