A downtrodden beat,  A slow pulse, A rosy kiss turned peat, Emotions like a coin toss.  A Mystery, my life's tale.  To many, a wrongful sail.  An absolute shame,  My famed pain.  Like strange tides on coastal seas.  A replica of the great titanic, my life is. My tragedy, an alarm to every ears,  My pain, the remedy for my fears. I am alone in this world,  Not a single care for my word,  No friend nor foe,  I exist to woe.  Sadness, my eternal state,  An emblem for all lost fate,  A shelter to a broken heart,  A drug to aid my callousness. In your breasts, I found warmth.  The cravings of a man child,  The upending desire to return to dust.  The clamour for suicidal pile,  A quick end to a piqued lust.  With a dying breath so serene,  He departs after a mother's plea.  An underachiever, a meteoric rise and a mesmeric fall. But where is it now, His crown and His dreams?