Fame

Throw me into the pile of dreams unfulfilling

Let me rest among each other experience that simply wasn't superior enough

Do not worry about the civilization building

Do not worry about your imminent downfall

And most of all don't worry about the bruises left on my eyes from the times I saw you stolen away 

Kick me into the snow and bury my every feature 

Frantically smother my lips in mud

Because the last thing you want to hear is the truth

But you would be better to stop your ears with pencils

You're too much of a coward for pens anyways

Roll me into the valley of suppression

Throw pebbles of angst at my skull

And watch the life drip down my spine

The one you ripped out, and I taped to my chest

You took the literal road of "I have your back"

But a cynical mind can conjure the most elaborate of alibis 

My poor frame had to be the conduit of your cruelty 

Slide me under the door and double check the bolts

No matter how many chairs and lies you press against the wood 

I'll still emerge the prominent one

Even though hate burns strong

Forgiveness burns hotter and I forged a key from all the knives you stuck in my back

I'll see you in ten

Zip me up and lock me away

But don't mind checking for holes in the body bag

Who am I kidding the last thing you doubled checked was the box next to your name

In the superlative "most likely to succeed"

You should have put on your reading glasses

Because your ignorance placed your marks the the box for "most dull"

And irony has never been more accurate 

Pick me out of your memory 

And throw every morsel in the river bank

Never swim there again because the water is deeper than you could perceive 

Lastly tighten your shoes

Because this 

This is dangerous

And if your not careful

It will claim the both of us