sadness
you sit there, crying in the dark. theres no one around. you feel so alone. foot steps apraoch. you squeeze youreself into a tight ball. the stranger walks away. you decide to go home. home, whats home? you don't have one. you don't belong there, here, or anywhere. no one fits in, so thats why we all fit in
the heart
I watch him frown. I cry hello. He gives his heart a shake, And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The heart is sad, scared and deep, But he has promises to keep, Until then he shall not sleep. He lies in bed with ducts that weep. He rises from his bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in his head, He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread
Scares impress.
Handled swords hover.
Alleged crimes scare.
Drawn swords sail.
Outspread wings terrorise.
Wide wings abduct.
True buzzards roost.
Horrible crimes scourge.
Epidemic scourges hijack.
Horrible crimes drive.
Expanded wings sabre.
Distant shadows count.
Grave crimes escape.
Earlier scares unsettle.
Hideous crimes aviate.
Outer wings hare.
Gloomy woods hike.
. ever so tall all black and red shadow the hedgehog lean, pernicious, soft quite deadly lean, ambitious, downlike black with red quills, lean tounge, soft ears its black with red quills clicking, without fear black with red quills, little tounge, fluffy pinnae if its black with red quills snapping, without fear he its black with red quills jerking, without fear do black with red quills, slim tounge, soft ears it lean, long, pernicious, downy, rhetorical ! so brave its slim tounge curled, mutely he so brave positively black with red be defined fluffy quite deadly . deadly! determined a thought defined you fluffy! curling and you can be my rap rap if he was red be tall red a tounge slim! tall
Whose emerald is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown.
I cry hello.
He gives his emerald a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake
The emerald is brave, sad and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.