8:21

Damn the tears that stain my eyes,
Damn my vibrant jealousy,
Damn my bitter childish cries
And damn the spector which haunts me.
I walk the night and mourn the day;
My hours pass too quickly.
I wish too much to go away
And weep until I'm sickly.
It started many years ago
Upon a fresh September
I was young and flaming then
But now a dying ember.
"And so I sit here patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice"
Damn this dream I had now gone,
Disillusioned I've become.
How can I fathom myself among
Those whose brilliance stun
The listening ears, yet now
I know my bitterness is real.
For I damn their beautious song,
For their song, I cannot feel.
I was once a misty wind,
I would not, could not be shamed.
I was once a tempest wild
Sheer potential unrestrained.
And now, withered though I be
My tempest from within is dead
And left in dread and agony
I mourn the life to come ahead.
For how can it not be tasteless?

Answer me.