this requiem rests
on the shoulders of sorrow
tempting the bitter ledge
beating hearts fled
for its leap could ne’er reconcile
miles left untrodden
since martyrdom murdered a young man’s ideals
undone by the blind whims
of human hypocrisy
his only desire
would dissolve into daydreams
stranded on gossamer wings
with strings strumming
he sings
his abysmal heart’s phantom refrain
where the wintry rain
swallows his woeful chagrin
with two sixpence
to sate charon’s blessing
Max, or Not 
undone by the blind whims
of human hypocrisy
his only desire
would dissolve into daydreams
This……
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Life just sometimes, has a good way, to KILL all the dreams we’d, dreamed up along the way to growing up, and after we’d lost the ability to dream, say hello, to the adulthood years…
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