Pestilent odor

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No one comes near me.
I smell a pestilent odor.

My glory days... in those days, many laughed at my jokes.
I was something of a leader. They would call me to decide what we would do together.
I always organized events to make everyone happy.

I didn't like to leave anyone out. I was open, I sought people out instead of waiting for them to come to me.
But the fuse ran out. The sand in the clock came to an end.

Wouldn't it be better to pass into history while we are glorious?
Why wait for utter hopelessness?

I no longer led the children in their games.
No longer did he talk to the timid.
I no longer visited the elderly.

And now that I am an old man, there is no one to cast a shadow at my door.
The walls seem to move, but only to give me more terror.

When did I become a prisoner of myself?
What happened to make me forget the world?

I don't even know the news anymore, I live in another reality.
I don't know how I got to this place.

... Now I remember. It was when you left, and everything changed color.
Everything became dark.

The stars stopped dancing at night.
The stars went on vacation.
The day became pain, the weeks of pain, the months of pain....

And the years passed, until I could no longer feel pain. Now I feel nothing.
The emptiness in me was caused by you.

You were my good and my bad, the bright and the dull.
The one who desired me... and the one who disowned me.
The one who swore, "till death do us part," and so it was.

They told me so much that I had to run away, far away, so as not to hear any more accusations.

They say that time heals everything.

But it only brought me madness.

So deep that I don't think I can ever recover my sanity.