Our Masters Silence And TimeWords are so inadequateOur Masters Silence And Time by DESTRUCTION-BUNNY
To describe the silence
That worried hearts exclaim
No words, not spoken ever so smoothly,
Could describe how silence
Is speeding toward, into our little worlds
We're under the oppression of time
Which doesn't even exist
Too fast it keeps weaving together
The lines of our lives
We're small, so tiny,
Watching as time and silence
Effortlessly make us try to
Follow their bright lights
We're left to pace anxiously
'Till the end of time
We hurry towards the sound
That radiates nothing but-
But utter silence
We try to track it down
To restrain the threat
And yell after our masters
Crying in relief
But they don't even hesitate
And we feel no suspicion.
DreamerA dreamer, I could have beenDreamer by Jmoney2495
With fantasies flashing through my head
But with so many dreams broken
So many wistful fantasies lying dead.
No fantasies can the broken mind paint
No more thoughts of what i could have done
Wishes long gone, now only a spiteful feint
In this abysmal shell, dreams are there none.
Broken in solace, inspiration runs dry
With naught to nourish it, its hope recedes
In the throes of perdition, the soul begins to die
Hollow and numb, the emptiness secedes.
Now but a broken vessel, void of all but life
Not an end, only the beginning of my strife.
Personal HatredPersonal Hatred by Mugeenman
Look at him. That tool. He's just sitting there on the couch with a girl on each arm, while I sit in the corner, virtually invisible. They only hook to him because he's the generic Jersey Shore bugger, tan skin, sun glasses, and a thin stubble with part of it packed together because of his faulty smirk.
They drink, smoke, all that shit. I hate it. It can't be good for him.
I decide to leave, I go to the washroom to puke up my humanity. I step into the room and take a long look at myself. "Are you okay?" Asks one of the girls.
I look at myself. The tan, glasses, and the stubble. I'm the part of his personality he destroys to impress people.
I'm who he really is, he's what the world made of my body.
We Move OnwardsWe Move Onwards by Mugeenman
There's only one constant about the Earth; it will always change.
Some people age, Asia takes a turn for the strange.
The Doctor got younger, the TV got colorful
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, now people are mournful.
The world is becoming more accepting, music is more noise.
Highschool has drama and hate, girls chase boys.
Shootings and hostages, it used to be just illness and the pest.
Nowadays we scream from the gunfire and hope for the best.
But the world has not grown darker, it's merely a different shade of gray.
Yet it can be much brighter, like how we are finally accepting the gay.
Prices went up, so did the population number.
Doesn't that just give you chance of a lover?
David Bowie was a spaceman, Elvis was the king of rock.
Now Kanye West wont give you space, man. And there's no king of pop.
Comics are more expensive, but their worlds are more extensive.
The world spins onwards, towards the next day.
I just wanted to say, the whole world's a play.
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