Dissolving heights into the abyss

Swallow deep the darkness that tries to envelop the rising soul.
To spit forth light shattering the full length mirror of dark deception is its goal.
To create a path of beautiful suffering marked in lines of terrific tragedies.
Scars, the beautiful tattoos telling the story of the savageries.
Entering the humbling phase contemplating revolution.
Concepts are distracted by reality as an illusion.
When ones ideals and high standards come from a place to him unknown.
He may never leave his place slowly becoming an outdated useless drone.
He may even loose sight of all direction surrendering to misplaced glee.
See him patiently wandering seeking anyones warm sympathy.
Instead he'll be met but not even with lukewarm empathy.
For him there is nothing but cold, blank stares and piercing apathy.
He'll quickly learn how fast he needs to run.
Escaping this prison and heading towards the sun.
Up there he'll find darkness looming in the sky.
Revealing a space in which he is meant to fly.
But then he realizes his wings are just tar and feather.
Too heavy is his soul, its so worn and weathered.
All the way down wishing, praying for a distraction.
Missing the floor would create such an unique reaction.
Instead he could focus only on what was surely coming.
Dissolving into the floor slowly becoming less than nothing.

{T}