Fate's NightFate's Night by anthasia
Surrounded by many, but left in solitary explains my situation more than any could ever understand. I was given the gift of friends and family, but at the same time I’m alone, encased in the shadows left to suffer the consequences of exceptionality. I was told by someone who somehow managed to make grunting noises that would put a buffalo to shame, that I am “weird”. To get called weird by anyone else wouldn’t have had an impact on me, but getting called weird by someone who doodles the word Satan on any object she could get her hands on and says things that would be frowned upon by any priest, now that…that proves that I am weird. I Honestly I don’t ever remember a time when I was called ‘normal’, not even by my family, perhaps this is why I consider it a regular thing rant to my hearts content about destroying half of the world’s detrimental population. It only makes sense that my choice of a career isn’t
DowncastNo longer have I any reason to feign this smile,Downcast by Jmoney2495
To fool the world with a grin, broken and hollow.
No longer have I any reason to dam my eyes,
To keep from drowning under darkening skies.
For there is no one to make honest this grin,
To make true the emotions sought within.
No, no one to protect me from this torrent,
To save me from this flood so abhorrent.
On these broken wings, I had hoped to soar,
On newfound thoughts of happiness, I did fall for.
But cruel reality brought me crashing down,
In the depths of despair, I fear I shall drown.
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.
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