A beautilful creation

A beautiful creation,
I am the pure root of its existence.

            Shaped by a chaotic but perfectly woven series
          of events, I alone am the creator of this beautifully
            conducted orchestra of actions.

I am the sound that continuously echos between the
walls of his overwhelmingly superficial frame of mind.

He knows not to hear and subconsciously chooses
to remain oblivious to the sounds created by his actions.

With ease, I will fall.
Stricken by the attempts of his nearly transparent
nature of character.
I will willingly fall to every aspect of his premeditated
manipulation. Only in order to fulfill his selfish desires.

I sift through his unforgiving abyss of undying
consequences only to be blinded by the beauty
of him.

At its purest form, I am disgusted by my inability to
see this creation for what it is.

I have lost him as he has lost herself.
The pureness of his soul has been taken by
his simple but critical decisions made.
No matter the circumstances,
he will never again be found.
 
He is now nothing more than a trophy won by several
and a mistake made by few. The value of his love
has faded. He is, and forever will be, a mistake.

Yet, in all desire, he is mine and I will witness his
painfully collapse under the pressure of his own
fortunes.

I will witness the eccentric beauty of his ending with the same
humble composure as I did in the beginning. 

Every new beginning has an end,
as does every beautiful creation.

Do not be so quick to self destruct and add to your
so gladly earned reputation.
I will make this my new beginning.
And soon enough, you will meet your end.

And This, it will be,
A beautiful ending.