Before you kill the rest of your alibi,
Please let me know where in this maze the truth lies,
Before we’re left to stare at the very sun that burns our backs bare,
And all I loved is incinerated here

Leave me to drown amongst my myriad of flaws,
And all the books you quote aren’t current anymore,
I loved the shapes you drew, the backwards notions you approved,
But I’ve grown old too.

I scratched the eyes out of the photo by my door,
I don’t want them welcoming me home anymore.
I'm here to help

Quote by Jimbleton
ok, as usual pit is being very unhelpful except andychalmers, so im gonna go post this someplace else

And a master of storytelling...

Quote by Jackolas
andychalmers102, that story is awesome.
The last two lines are fantastic. I'm trying to like the rest of it, but, I dunno. I enjoy bits and pieces. It's hard to explain.

Oh, and myriad is most commonly used as an adjective; I find it fairly ugly as a noun. So just remove "of".
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn