As the loneliness sets in, I am forced to come to terms with the skin that I am in.

This person that I have neglected yearns to be accepted, no longer made to feel like a diamond in the rough.

My diminishing lustre threatens to devour me whole, putting an end to the light that I have tried too hard to emit.

My thoughts are charred, burnt to a crisp; recklessly abandoned, as I now speak with a lisp.

Insecure and unadored, my tumultuous fervour will never be restored.

I should have seen this coming, as it was inside me all along.

The inevitability of my sorrows will never allow for me to belong. I refused to follow you into the promised land, like Moses leading his people through the Nile river grand.

I chose to remain a slave for money until confronted by my death, like the last great king of Scotland, I called myself Macbeth.

I slew the demons that haunted me, the ones I would run from in my past.

But alas, my troubles had trained long and hard, they caught up with me quite fast.

I hid behind my veil, refusing to set foot under the sun, until your love destroyed my certainty and pulled the trigger to my gun.

Unburdened now by life's ailments, I can count my worries on one hand. I sail through the skies, and gaze at the seven seas. No longer diseased, I feel like I can breathe.

I should never have lost sight of the goals I had before you, neglected all of my loved ones and made myself taboo.

I may be the dimmest orb shining in the starry night, but I know that one day, I will manage to reignite the fiery passion that dwells deep within me, devoid of lock or key.

Like a rising phoenix, I will emerge victorious, eternally filled with glee.