I Should of hit The Lottery

Struck, twice in the same spot, they said lightning wasn’t possible of such a feat, but then again, chaos is the polar opposite, of my intentions, the reasons my heart beat, With fallen wings of vanity , held only by the hideous flesh that underneath just ached for something similar to its putrid horrid scent, another torn soul, another lonesome king or queen whose crown only portrayed the loneliness , one could only find at the brink of death, when were most alone, when we are alone, a crown that they saw as a reputation to uphold, and others as the reputation they had earned, they had earned, a crown that weighed them down, a false sense of security, that they wore, that we wear, when were most alone, when we are alone….