words be my saviourI stare at my ceiling, playing with my hairI sing my poetry that my heart feels as it sinksI am not a cat, I am not a lion, and I am neitherI'm a scared child in a body of a young adultI say this as my voice starts to fadeThese words are not uniqueJust the way some people speakI talked endlessly of building walls, then watched them fallAgain, and again, tonight I try a new theoryI try ignorance, I shall ignore the worldBuild a new one of my own, you won't be invited.I'll have my book friends, Torak, Wolf, Diane and maybe a bit of RennShe was strong, she proved the world wrongWolf was compassionate too, but look where
Trouble With This ScenarioThe trouble with this scenario is there's no salvationNo sweet venomous escapeNo musical heroine to pull these heart strings together againThe thought of this ugly truth being realityIs a scary make believe dreamJust behind the sunrise, there's more pain then pleasureMore sadness then laughterThe awful truth, a bitter fruitA poison, an un-relevant moment, something to haunt my nightswith bloodied screams and pitiful pleas
Tick TockTick tock, tick tockGoes the clock, every second passes without a thoughtTears swelling into bruises under dark hidden eyesBurnt pepperoni, terrible rugby matches that I take no interest in Horrible water to contain my health, when my health is no longer hereKind hearts that try, shielding from the potential harmful truthThe long driven night, gone is the will to fightMorning bares its face, bruises still remainMake up can cover up all the blame, but always will create stainsWater landing all around. still the same.
vewy tasty...
Does your stamp have a cookie on it? Well, my cooment does, and your stamp doesn't. Oh, wait, you dO have a coookie...
And no, you can't have any.