If i ever thought it would have come to this, I'd have quit while I was ahead,
Emotion that raced through my lines has faded leaving indifference instead,
My vocab has dwindled and died, shot down like my recent battle verse,
Long gone is the time when my record reflected profound ability to curse,
My lines don't even rhyme anymore, it seems I've got out of practice,
The words and the multies are basic, not like my origional tactics,
Metaphors aren't making sense, writers block has lasted for weeks,
I stumbled and lost imagination as well as the courage to speak,
So I with my arsenal of letters, try to create a heartfelt masterpeice,
That nobody reads or replies to, whats the point when my concept is weak?
Its gotton so out of hand now, I write words just to see how you'll react,
But the fact is I'm just speaking nonsense, this train has now gone off track,
Its not that I don't have inspiration, my life is a muddle of things,
That shatter my character daily with the embarrassment of tears it brings,
So much has landed on my shoulders, as I struggle to keep up with the time,
The clock against me plotting revenge for the past when I knew how to rhyme
Poetry that used to mean something, is now jumbled up in my mind.
And I won't bother myself to read through it and think of the message behind,
I got my heart set on one person, the rest of my life is wallpaper,
With exams coming up and verses to write, I guess that i'll find the time later,
Nothing matters to me anymore, and I've learned to channel my pain,
Into methods to get what I want, yet with most of my efforts in vain,
Lust can make or break any person, but if affects those who, above most, could go far,
And so to end my career, here you have it; The life and death, of a star.
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