No longer a dream was it to live on the hills,

To sit back, relax, no crying over bills.

Feeling too bold, using gold, in return for—

— Pleasures of fame, of envy and trophy whores.

A one-man brand with the strength of a mad lad—

— Powers in green, my ideas a cash grab.

Yet little did I know of what was to come,

When I march too proudly, on the beat of my drum.

A sharp wrong move, a swerve to m...

In the glow of the summer night, my soft sigh enraptures my nerves.

“I need to do it,” I murmur. “It’s for the best, after all.”

My face tightens and my chest etches a burning, tingling, sensation. Still, I grab hold of my wallet, peering my eyes at the clothes drying atop my wardrobe. My heart is beating, beating wrong. The pulsing makes me shiver and my eyes can’t help but water.

Today’s the...