[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 460px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 0px"][sub]behind those panes what is that you reflect?
or have they become too clouded to behold?
why is it so?
perhaps it is because i desired to see beyond those panes.
or perhaps i loathed them, for they held the truth.
broken boy, broken boy, the phrase emanates
the tales hidden within are cruel
why is it that i wish to learn these tales?
for each and every tale told they were discarded
it seems the closing draws close
such a shame
battered and ill i made them
yet i still desire more
tears were spilled
blood was spilled
just before the last page is torn, resent me
you foolish boy
ink can be found shimmering in the embrace of water
what a lovely sight
a gentle thing the ink is
extending its hand to those who venture near
the water simply watches with judgment
wouldn't it be wonderful to see the ink fade to nothing?
it extends its hand awaiting a gentle embrace
foolish ink, for the ocean resents those unworthy of your presence
traces left behind, the ink retreats confounded
with every visit the water's grasp loosens
laughter resounded
how long would it last?
or when will it begin?
the sand begins crumble
a hole is left behind
seems like it was useless after all
mountains of it
pools of it
along with a putrid stench
it looms among red and white
a pitiful being it is
unable to accept the smallest of touches, it cowers
strange it is to choose those who can approach
what a fickle it is
finding solace in the darkness
treading beyond red with ease
again and again it can be found in a sea of white
gently, swimming in red for some time it backs away
cautious it is, what a smart creature
wary of the beast that hides in plain sight
metal and the harsh clawing at the floor
the metal tears flesh bringing an abundant red
broken bones echo
lungs become punctured
a wicked smile can be found
destruction everywhere
left behind is only a mere memory
white sways in the damp air
judgement has been passed another day
the maddening grin proof of such
curiosity leads one astray after all
hunger that can not be satisfied
a gaping hole
the will to consume
one who knows no bounds
unlimited power
one that i can not seem to grasp
in a mere instant blood spatters
upon walls and cold floors
eccentric as the glutton is
hatred lurks
in due time the gaping hole will be filled
the glutton swallows fervently
fingers trace among skin and tighten
A daisy surrounded by dead leaves
it falters and wavers
yet it never seems to fall
the white carnation entangles itself with the daisy
setting them ablaze sounds just about right
or perhaps it is better to destroy one and watch the other suffer
wretched daisy who drowns themselves lies
no matter
be happy with the memory
for memories bring temporary bliss
born of the same letter we are nothing alike
siblings yet not at all
tender judgement
unwavering will
two sides of the same coin
emotions are best left disregarded
useless they are in a grand scale of things
tirelessly the creature works
why is it so?
does it have anything to gain?
why does it compel me?
far too interesting they are to let go of
and so i await the day it comes crashing down
tightly holding them i put them to rest
tracing the tears running down their face
sad child, sad child what is it that you wish?
a girl is reflected in your eyes, and i see that we desire the same
i leave you with warmth emitting from my fingertips
yet i know you'll never find out
neither can i answer why
when dawn arrives i simply ponder
is this what care is?
and if that is so, no wonder why they desire it
in my dreams i saw a boy crying
all alone they were in the abyss
extending my hand i grab their shoulder
when they turn i see myself
red eyes contemplating everything, shaking
ah yes, a fragile unstable boy
fragile boy, fragile boy, what eats at you?
is it the love you'll never get, or is it the pain of isolation?
oh, wait you're not real
a failure and nothing more
wear the mask that you loathe
strong fool, strong fool, that you are
or have they become too clouded to behold?
why is it so?
perhaps it is because i desired to see beyond those panes.
or perhaps i loathed them, for they held the truth.
broken boy, broken boy, the phrase emanates
the tales hidden within are cruel
why is it that i wish to learn these tales?
for each and every tale told they were discarded
it seems the closing draws close
such a shame
battered and ill i made them
yet i still desire more
tears were spilled
blood was spilled
just before the last page is torn, resent me
you foolish boy
ink can be found shimmering in the embrace of water
what a lovely sight
a gentle thing the ink is
extending its hand to those who venture near
the water simply watches with judgment
wouldn't it be wonderful to see the ink fade to nothing?
it extends its hand awaiting a gentle embrace
foolish ink, for the ocean resents those unworthy of your presence
traces left behind, the ink retreats confounded
with every visit the water's grasp loosens
laughter resounded
how long would it last?
or when will it begin?
the sand begins crumble
a hole is left behind
seems like it was useless after all
mountains of it
pools of it
along with a putrid stench
it looms among red and white
a pitiful being it is
unable to accept the smallest of touches, it cowers
strange it is to choose those who can approach
what a fickle it is
finding solace in the darkness
treading beyond red with ease
again and again it can be found in a sea of white
gently, swimming in red for some time it backs away
cautious it is, what a smart creature
wary of the beast that hides in plain sight
metal and the harsh clawing at the floor
the metal tears flesh bringing an abundant red
broken bones echo
lungs become punctured
a wicked smile can be found
destruction everywhere
left behind is only a mere memory
white sways in the damp air
judgement has been passed another day
the maddening grin proof of such
curiosity leads one astray after all
hunger that can not be satisfied
a gaping hole
the will to consume
one who knows no bounds
unlimited power
one that i can not seem to grasp
in a mere instant blood spatters
upon walls and cold floors
eccentric as the glutton is
hatred lurks
in due time the gaping hole will be filled
the glutton swallows fervently
fingers trace among skin and tighten
A daisy surrounded by dead leaves
it falters and wavers
yet it never seems to fall
the white carnation entangles itself with the daisy
setting them ablaze sounds just about right
or perhaps it is better to destroy one and watch the other suffer
wretched daisy who drowns themselves lies
no matter
be happy with the memory
for memories bring temporary bliss
born of the same letter we are nothing alike
siblings yet not at all
tender judgement
unwavering will
two sides of the same coin
emotions are best left disregarded
useless they are in a grand scale of things
tirelessly the creature works
why is it so?
does it have anything to gain?
why does it compel me?
far too interesting they are to let go of
and so i await the day it comes crashing down
tightly holding them i put them to rest
tracing the tears running down their face
sad child, sad child what is it that you wish?
a girl is reflected in your eyes, and i see that we desire the same
i leave you with warmth emitting from my fingertips
yet i know you'll never find out
neither can i answer why
when dawn arrives i simply ponder
is this what care is?
and if that is so, no wonder why they desire it
in my dreams i saw a boy crying
all alone they were in the abyss
extending my hand i grab their shoulder
when they turn i see myself
red eyes contemplating everything, shaking
ah yes, a fragile unstable boy
fragile boy, fragile boy, what eats at you?
is it the love you'll never get, or is it the pain of isolation?
oh, wait you're not real
a failure and nothing more
wear the mask that you loathe
strong fool, strong fool, that you are
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