MaD HaTTeR
Bluelighter
People are torn into two,
By the sweet smell of sacrifice,
Its found at the brown hour of twilight,
Appreciate the little things,
That’s what people always say,
Like the sound of your laugh when it becomes a cackle,
Or the determination of a stranger,
This is crap, there’s nothing to appreciate,
This world is collapsing on my shoulders,
Its to heavy, it will break me,
Days and nights, nights and days,
Another night elapses, another morning comes,
Will I be here in the morning?
Will I be able to breath?
Each breath I take, brings me closer to my last,
Every step I take, brings me closer to the end,
Wait a minute, I beg of you,
I’m falling over the edge,
Never mind, I’m so sorry I waisted your time,
For I have forgotten how to rhyme.
This abundance of hatred,
Fills my pen,
It replaces my ink,
So I write with it,
What do you care?
It flows onto the paper so easily,
It frightens me,
But only to a certain degree,
Does this happen to everyone?
I don’t think so,
But then again I don’t know anything,
I have know strength to laugh or to cry,
I and my pen are paralyzed of all emotion....
I will stop now.
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~Lindsay
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. Dr. Seuss
GRRR "dOnuthOes"
Cracktology = study of crack
I am as fit as a fucking fiddle
AOL name: MaDHaTTeR92578
By the sweet smell of sacrifice,
Its found at the brown hour of twilight,
Appreciate the little things,
That’s what people always say,
Like the sound of your laugh when it becomes a cackle,
Or the determination of a stranger,
This is crap, there’s nothing to appreciate,
This world is collapsing on my shoulders,
Its to heavy, it will break me,
Days and nights, nights and days,
Another night elapses, another morning comes,
Will I be here in the morning?
Will I be able to breath?
Each breath I take, brings me closer to my last,
Every step I take, brings me closer to the end,
Wait a minute, I beg of you,
I’m falling over the edge,
Never mind, I’m so sorry I waisted your time,
For I have forgotten how to rhyme.
This abundance of hatred,
Fills my pen,
It replaces my ink,
So I write with it,
What do you care?
It flows onto the paper so easily,
It frightens me,
But only to a certain degree,
Does this happen to everyone?
I don’t think so,
But then again I don’t know anything,
I have know strength to laugh or to cry,
I and my pen are paralyzed of all emotion....
I will stop now.
------------------
~Lindsay
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. Dr. Seuss
GRRR "dOnuthOes"
Cracktology = study of crack
I am as fit as a fucking fiddle
AOL name: MaDHaTTeR92578
