Paper Genius

He moves in a way with

The wind he takes as fit

And he sins he gives as needed

And flies without reason

He goes for the kill

And he wins

He dives headfirst into

Sorrow yet lives as if

There's no tomorrow

The worlds greatest stigma

Enigma he be

The paper genius was me

In a world where few liked his sound

In a world where he only saw ground

In a world without light in a world of despite

The paper genius was crowned

Crowned a crown made of paper

He sat on a throne made of lead

With nowhere to flow

But leaves that blow

He wrote himself until dead

Now all that remains is a shell

Of the bud that decided to bloom

But all that they see

Is a sappy PG that loves

To write nothing but gloom