Dreams Die First

Glossy eyes,
they say I have.
They're like a mirror.

Emotionless.
Soulless.
I've heard
the words.
They say
I'm dead inside,
in a sense,
they're right.

Isolation;
A synthetic
sanctuary.
Just in my grasp too.
People;
I'm a waste
to them.
So why
get in their way?

"Good-looks."
That's what
new ones say.
"Put them
to good use."

A genius?
Do you
really mean
those complimentary
words?
Sure,
I'll believe it.
"Why not use
your brains
for something useful."
They all
repeat that line,
over
and over
again.

Just who are they to push me from my madness?

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The story of Ink Stein and just who shifted his unstable life to complete
corruption.
When Ink--one of the smartest detectives in the world--is forced to work alongside others, his carefully held together pieces start to break down.
All everyone ever mentions to him--his apathetic personality, his sickness, his dead eyes, his uncontrollable existence.
What will become of the disastrous teenage-genius, whilst on the verge of losing it all?

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