Wake and bake shit, shower, and shave dresses to impress, yet depressed. Up and out throughout the drought out and about inside the yellow monster doubt rules mind, not heart.
Sit, walk, and eat in lines then expected to work just fine when dust is the ultimate reward. Counts and countesses bark programing lectures while inspectors keep the bricks in the wall true eyes fall from the wall while the blind stay behind.
Left the wall and now home ..home? bow to monsters and demons thy that deepen...
Spring,the time when the cold is blasted away by warmth the time for short sleeves and sandals the time for happiness, sunshine, and fun. Sometimes the weather doesn't always change the taint of cold stays inside, long sleeves to keep cuts out of sight, sadness and grief flood the ones that don't change seasons.
Waves are crashing on the nights beach stars are falling from the heavens the happy head to the bars while the sad imbed more scars.
The suicidal play in rivers of blood, their livers damaged by self hurt, listening to...
Most people believe it comes from birth other people believe it comes from mind and I believe it comes from heart.
The evil that lurks can take many forms, from the man that makes the penny to the men that ache in the alley. Evil doesn't always take the description of a personality, but sometimes a prescription or perhaps a crime?
Lets not forget the dreaded evil of the inside the evil that imbedded its self into the mind. Like a bucket of sludge being poured over their heads, it caused the gears to bind, grind, and halt, the...
From primary everything was fine. All his teachers were nice and encouraging. Then the 6th tier began, bringing brutal work and stricter teachers. This phase didn't last long, for the little kid adapted. His intelligence grew, everything became easy throughout the years. As he moved onto 8th everything seemed fine, until he noticed a drag on his mind. Causing him a short attention span, and unthinkable amounts of grief. With some teachers harassing and attacking over simple questions, or little personal gestures, just caused the grief and...
Sticks and stones will break my bones, But words will never hurt me! The motto as a little kid, That was crippled by time Words don't hurt, they kill.
These arms protect the unprotected They deflect the harmful words and grief, Starting wars with attackers. "Those fucking samplers.." "Lets see how they like daggers." Now, laughing as their blood runs like rivers, While cutting out their livers, They do nothing but pout.
"How do you like it now," "To feel the pain, to live in fear," "To be pushed to the edge,...
Once upon a time In the realm of dreams and nightmares There was a couple walking down a dirt road With fire behind them, pushing them forward The fighting spirit.. Fireflies danced about the flames, and around the couple Admiring them like the stars.
It began to get cold Snow began to fall The fire dimmed Fireflies died. But the couple kept on,
Soon she got too cold to keep going He couldn't just leave her there.. So he put her on his back, even though she hated it.
He thought there was a limit To all the pain and grief But clearly He was terribly wrong. Along come the tears Not cleansing tears this time Nothing could forgive his crime
Insight of the happy, jolly, and compassionate man Now turned to hatred, anger, and pure evil Due to addiction
He doesn't know what to do Enraged by thought Restricted by size, words, and law. "Too small..." "What would she think of me then..." "I'd get arrested." I know it wasn't her fault But id assault him if I...
Somethings up with J̶a̶c̶k̶, Somethings up with J̶a̶c̶k̶! Don't know when we're ever gonna get him back. He's all alone in there, locked away inside. Never says a word- Hope he hasn't died." But little did they know That J̶a̶c̶k̶ was dead from the beginning.
Most of them never knew what was wrong with him They just Bowed their heads and ignored him Causing greater pain with no one to talk to He knows this is getting out of hand