All it's words are cut up before it speaks
but should it stop attempting?
It really doesn't make much sense,
but does it matter to the creature
being stabbed by the silver sliver?
And this beast does cry out,
his shattering soul does break the windowpanes.
The sad story of one that believed and
learned what it means to not believe.
The sad story of those who refuse to trust.
And all he dreams of is the summertime
in this bitter end of his.
A man stands lone.
Statuesque, he barely breathes.
A sword he holds which glimmers in the light.
Day in, day out, the man does not move.
People glance wondering why.
Why does this man stand so still?
Till one day another man arrives wielding a sword.
The new swordsman runs forth and swings; however he is not fast enough.
His body hits the ground with a soft thud; his lifeless eyes now point towards heaven.
The man has not moved, but the blood drying on his sword breaks the illusion.
Soon the dead will be taken away; he too will join the rest, and one again the man is denied.
Thoughts run through his head.
'Am I forever c
This is your obsession.
This is my grievance.
You say I'm not there enough.
That I don't care for you.
This is the obsession.
It warps your mind,
changes and deceives.
My grievance is this.
That you ask me to shirk
my responsibilities to
abandon my life and
devote myself fully to you.
Your obsession, my grievance.
It keeps me up at night,
tearing my hair out,
welling up tears.
So hard to choose for
you are my obsession
and I am your grievance.
And I am your obsession
and you are my grievance.
The end of beauty fast approaches.
A slight breeze stirs the dead leaves.
I stand, thinking of you, not noticing the leaves around.
It's hard to notice when you lower your eyes.
The end of beauty comes and I have nothing.
All I can do is to think of you and wonder why you left.
I wish I was justified, I wish I was vindicated in wanting to end it all.
I never win, I was born to lose, so why not end it all?
Beauty's end is almost upon us and I decide to see the bitter end.
I know what you would've wanted, so I stand here and stare at the cracks. Beauty has ended, beauty is dead, and I stand alone.
I love you....
This is the end my beautiful friend.
Everything we had means nothing in the end.
Every memory we shared just shatters.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it felt like the world was on our shoulders,
and now it feels like the world is over.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And it seems like now I'm the crazy one,
that everything I do defies reason,
and everything you do follows it.
This is the end my beautiful friend.
And so, I pretend it doesn't faze me,
yet inside I die a little everyday.
So I keep anger for you and
bitter lessons for me.
And this is the end
My beautiful friend.
TAP TAP TAP
Timmy sat up in bed at the noise. He shuddered and pulled his blanket up close. What could be making that noise now? He looked at his clock. Three in the morning. He took a deep breath. He was fourteen now. He didn't believe in monsters anymore. A creak ran through his room. He looked over. His closet door creaked open and he saw something emerge. A big claw hand silhouetted in the pale moonlight. Timmy opened his mouth to scream….
And slammed into his floor. He opened his eyes. It was daylight. He stood up and shook his head. A dream. He went to his closet and checked the door. Nothing inside. He sighed and began to get ready