In darkness
And contemplation
He lay.
Challenges
Make
Or
Unmake.
All it takes
A bad day
From a sane man
To a lunatic.
His rotten methods
Self-destructive.
However
The cynic
Unkillable.
You cannot kill
What is already
Dead.
Up until now
His principles
Modus operandi
Functioning
Efficiently.
It cannot be
Self-sacrifice
If there is nothing
To sacrifice.
Pondering
Truth be told
He did not
Depreciate himself.
No.
He simply did not care.
Fake people
Have an image
To maintain.
Real people
Just don't care.
By burying his social reputation
Under layers of disappointment
He had effectively
Constructed
A bunker
To shelter
From the fallout
Of expectation.
However
Lessons
From a certain sage
And a mother wolf
Reverberated
Realization
Perhaps
Even his philosophies
A mindset
Of running away.
Everyone runs.
The question is
To which direction?
Now
His operating principle
Jeopardized
By the entry
In his life
A certain fire queen.
A woman
That now
He began
To love.
On the cynical side
The events that had unfold
A malicious
Underhanded
Tactic.
A cliché.
Self-harm
A double-edged sword
Immediate magnet
For attention
Or a gruesome
Ending.
Even now
Skepticism
Dictate
This was a trap
But then again
If it was
Then he must
Save her.
A terrifying proverb.
Blood on his hands.
She was like the spell
To disspell
His immortality
And now
He was
Vulnerable.
Love is the ultimate armor-penetrating round.
Now
There was something
To sacrifice.
His mother had warned him.
It was not just about you.
Perhaps it never was.
Be considerate.
Looking back
Had he been
More considerate
He would not find himself
In this quagmire
Caught at an impasse
Quicksand
Of despair.
He would not be separated
From the conscription
That is, the club
He had come to love.
There would be no need
To make
A certain
Sweet airhead
Cry.
And perhaps
The queen of fire
Would find
Her prince
And live happily ever after.
Alas, it was not.
What if, and this is strictly hypothetical.
You could load saved logs in your life, just like in a video game.
Would it change your life?
The answer
Is a resounding no!
He was still a cynic
A loner
A magnet to bad luck
And a catalyst
To misfortunes.
God bless that nice girl back in middle-school.
From her
As if she had handed him
The cyanide pill
Which had killed
Resurrected
Reborn
As a realist.
A cynic.
At one point
Everyone
No exceptions
Would have to swallow
The pill
In life.
Cynicism is a hereditary trait
In the human family.
Source: me.
Now
Because
A certain fire queen
Began to cherish him
Self-sacrifice
Demands
A steep price.
His methods
May not break him
But it will certainly
Break her heart.
Be compassionate.
Admit to his mistakes.
Indeed
He had wrought havoc
Broke hearts
Trampled on flowers
On youth.
Broke her heart.
Like a shattered crystal
The broken shards
Razor sharp
Slice and draw
Mental bleeding
Painful.
Take responsibility.
Pick it up.
Slowly
Carefully
Put it back together.
The reason
Yet
To be revealed.
Break it down
Build her up.
Like the Atlas
He was burdened
Or blessed
A great responsibility
Lies on his shoulders.
Love is a burden.
We always have a choice.
Which burden to carry.
