every blue-eyed boy that
trotted along to me held in his soft hands
a inviting pot of lie.
Best brewed when served hot,
the courage that it built everytime it fell successful,
was all it needed to keep at it.
in a condition it leaves it.
the daze is overpoweringly enticing.
Help is needed to sustain the state.
all that the boy gave,
it took into its slavering mouth.
more of rockbottom played strings.
quietly it leaves it,
silent and based.
the leverage forms him his next step.
every day, in everyway, it's fading away.