<center>Failure. What defines it? Who gave its final definition? Do you want to know what I hear when it commits suicide off someone's lips? I hear my name. These cold fingers break from the warmth of this weakness. Silence infiltrates my intentions, my regrets. Do you want to know how I feel when it commits suicide off someone's lips to mine? I feel every dull color outline and shade my every imperfection. How can I be in the dark when I'm in the spotlight? I can feel my heartbeat shiver at every fainting echo. Do you want to know what I see when it commits suicide off your lips to mine? I see every scar and bruise left by words to comfort and kill. And I say "forgiveness" like I expect the word to bury itself. The ground is covered with flower pedals from my plucking in search for unreachable answers. I wear this phony smile like a bandage on a wounded place. And as my rusty dreams are lowered into the ground, I turn my head in disgust of this bittersweet. Do you want to know why I am who I am today? Do you want to know what makes me strive to be so much more? Failure. It's the only thing that defines success.</center> |