darling, you are nothing

Sometimes the blue market has a way of slowing you down
I for one never got the chance to hold out my hand or even to beg 
Never have I even gazed upon the flame that once tormented me and my kin for an eternity

Now I miss it

I am masked in a sea of my hatred
All of the people that once made it a show to show me I am not one of them
In hoards they’d come by the many
Jeering a single man
Cheering for my
Misery 
I wanted none of it
None of it

I was tired
But
At the same time
I was ready

Just as I am now