I am the portrait of a separate fire
Those amber waves of grain suspended
Where sea's shells know no end
Leaving little to be sustained

I need to know I will become a sillhouette
Running around the towers of existance
With clenching hands and a resilient heart

And there is nothing like the sun pasting its pride on the shadows of the world
The aesthetic quality of the clumsiest shame
The loneliest contrition

Sometimes I wonder who dreamt this whole thing up anyways
Its like growing up in a world with elusive answers
Just to find the simplicity in fear's reciprocal

And with all this clouding my heart
Tears floating away like saw dust
I can't help but yearn for death
Because failure is the new success

Audrey Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-portrait-of-our-shattered-days/