The angst-ish poetry I've written. There's not much, because I'm a very cheerful person. *grin*
Deceased
Memory is not enough
I want you here, I need you back
Without you the world is black
I'm flying with a broken wing
I'm falling - can anyone see?
With you is where I want to be
The bugle plays its rueful song
All of life is now a dream
Nothing is what it may seem
You were here, you should be here
But all I see is empty space
Then I saw your lifeless face
Why can't I cry?
Is the sorrow to deep?
Or is it good I do not weep?
I wrote this next poem for a character in an RPG game. I'm not this evilish, 'kay?
Splatter
You told me there was no thing to fear
You whispered lies into my ear
And when I woke, you were not there
I learned that day life is unfair
It's not the sweet and kind who win
It's the one who is devoted to sin
You said that good would always prevail
But that's only true in fairy tales
Now look where you've taken me
Maybe then you'll truly see
You told me there was no thing to fear
You whispered lies into my ear
Nightmare
I haunt you when you dare to sleep
I whisper to you through the breeze
And if you ever dare to dream
I will come with my regime
I haunt the night, I chill the soul
I am the rouge so dark and cold
I am Nightmare
Vultures
Eagles mock me
Songbirds flee
Wherever I approach
The birds of prey
That fly by day
Spit at me and call me filth
Yet I see the blood on their hands
It makes them feel more grand
They have no right to say a thing
The songbirds who sing
Whose words can sting
Flee when I approach
For they are swayed
When others say
That I'm the bringer of death
They do not understand!
And so I bear the brand
Of murderer, which I am not
One day they'll see
They'll all see
Who I truly am
Collapse
Please don't tell me the truth
It's more than I can bear
Empty homes and empty hearts
All I can do is stare
The choices I made
Were not always right
But before the candle
Was burning bright
The flame flickered
Flickered and died
All I can think of
Is the tears that I've cried
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