Fall from grace!

The stymied emotions of youth,
Vented out in the adult caricature.
So far in the journey of life's cusp,
So near to not understanding it.
Wisdom pouring out from the shout,
Captivating yet detrimental in its flow.
Stupor turning into a blaze of freedom,
Not knowing it will kill many mild kin.
Hunger and fatigue cuddling the body,
Yet angry for the fact that words left.
Aura emanating from the pores of skin,
Glistening and then falling like nine-pins.
The stack falling on the table of vigor,
Bringing with it aspirations and haughtiness.
To feel feverish and passionate so strong,
Doom and death creeping silently along.