Unnamed poemSee the second star tonight,Unnamed poem22 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ride through it till morning light,
Bearing on, I know it's right
I wonder if you called me.
Never growing up is a forgotton dream,
But mysteries aren't all they seem.
My recurrance is another meme,
From all of those who saw me.
It's an east-west train to Neverland,
I can take it any day.
I haven't been home in forever, now.
But I don't want to find my way.
Wouldn't trade it in,
So what if it's a sin,
I make things up as I go along,
Can't write a book or play a song,
My lyrics are rythmatically wrong,
But I still enjoy it.
The Sun's a herald, not a foe,
E'n if I dodge it as I go,
The Murderer Of SelvesMy pale friend has suffered a great lossThe Murderer Of Selves10 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From the murder of his breath
Running loose from this world
While his body will remain here forever
Distinguish the letters between his fingers
Where our eyes falls apart
"I witness the world through a lowered sight
I see flowers withering and rocks cracks to pieces
I see towers falling and waves leaving shores
And still there's more to lose
In the places of man, decay and sorrow is the rule
Following his every step as a silent shadow
There is no end of it
No end of the pain"
As the last line ends in a blot in this dark tranquillity
Palms hiding the world from me
Who did this to him?
Who gave him another pair of eyes?
Who murdered him with a twisted smile?
Who took away the world he once loved?
The murder of my cold friend
Controlling his hands, pushing the knife towards his chest
The murderer of my friend
Why infect peoples' minds with suffocating thoughts
When the people that will suffer the most
Is the ones that will have their friends taken