exile

ever-present and unyielding
looming over, nothing unseen
green, yes, but unnatural
this will never be the right green

a friendship, true, but by force
what am i but a tool?
sitting with him, i stare into the flames
it must be me who’s being cruel

the lava grows more appealing
but it isn’t my time to die
how am i to stay alive
when what i’m living is only a lie?

invitations left unread
just me, the sea, and the sand
let the waves please wash me away
while this metal sits cold in my hand

staring down at the lake aglow
pondering what defines death
an escape, blocked only by instinct
i step forward with scarcely a breath

Author Notes: aaaAAA i'm actually pretty proud of the beach part. . . still not that good at rhyme schemes though, feedback welcome (do not life off obviously that was just dsmp shit)

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