WEEK EIGHT: OBJECTIVE 2-4 vs BROKENHAL0 1-1 HAL0 WINS

[Objective]

He terminate what's hollow
with bourbon, urban nature and a dollar.
Certain that he's worthless,
earned his social status in the circus of what follows:

Attention vacant, isolated,
waiting patient paved in concentrated
constant hatred, pensioned motivation,
sense of self construct a feel that's well sedated.
So surreal,
won't play some games unless it's grey
and Hell-related.

His magnus opus is a focus of a mind that's lost and traded,
(that's the cost of ego when it's faded)
orchestrated callous roses withering on past-tense totems.
What's his motives? Casket closures
dosed on hope that grope his nasty moments.
Last to see what no one sees,
climbs alone to raise the bar
of the phase to be
the face and grace of dying stars.

Stopped inviting, dropped the lighting,
living in a 2D world that color mutants fighting.
Journaled sightings where his words contort absurd,
so in turn...
Who will read his urn
with stern and "nuanced" writing?
Digging graves for broken kings
with Pompeii-Phoenix wings
crafted from debris of nasa's ships.
It's the shit that beat Apollo
turning queens to leaves and trees.
Such desire for destruction juggle struggle in itself;
another truth in which he dwell,
and just can't seem to swallow
in his version of a cell.

His bland shadow led astray
to form a shell betting happiness on lotto every day.
Hell is what he's too weak and blind to flee,
while the vision of the world is what our light can be!

What he's confined and forced to see in Plato's grotto...

... Is that anyone's stamina ...
gets limited to their own souls camera.