Magic

 Once I was a boy that believed in magic

The suave wave of the gentle hands

The flourishing and awe striking, defying logic

Defying understanding, battling the norms and standards 

Once I was a boy that cherished heroes

A certainty and justice of the cause

The selflessness so fearless 

Relying on the grit and faith, and blade so coarse

And then I was a man, believing nothing 

A coward, walking still amongst the ashes

Believer that has lost it’s faith, so loathing 

I sleep amongst the lost things, burned eye lashes

Of hope and useless positive resolve

The fire that kills love won’t stop

The violence that slinks like mold

A good guy that I aimed for I am not.