The High End Of Low

A beautiful, human creature
hungry to begin a new page
only for the words to be erased
installing in him fits of rage

As clueless as he is surprised
obvious depression he denies
steaming anger fills his eyes
for he has learned he's not as wise

As he might have once thought
subsequently left and right
he continuously fought
in an effort to make things right

But nothing ever works out
and the lights don't seem to shine
they cover him in darkness
for darkness his sorrow defines

This isn't familiar to him
how did he get here?
is there a map nearby?
within this strange atmosphere?

Nothing ever seems to make sense anymore
people play the game but who's keeping score?
things will never be as they were once before
the results more often than not are hard to ignore

Now this creature was undoubtedly lost
he was alone without a home
he was always on the move
to wherever his heart would roam

Often his heart would lead him
to the darkest places on Earth
and upon this encounter
soon a rebirth will emerge

This rebirth transforms any human
that inhales the enchanted smoke
into the most powerful creature
and untold magic they will evoke

So this creature sold his soul
to this master of tricks and deceit
blindly soaking up the riches
along with his death through defeat