InsensitivityThis is an awfully happy funeral;Insensitivity by ScRamb1ed
No one's wearing black.
The crowd has left their tears at home;
No one's looking back.
They congratulate the relatives
(who of course don't take offense).
They act like merry party-goers;
Where's their common sense?
As the one they're supposed to be mourning,
my patience is wearing thin.
What horrible respect they show for the dead;
they're seated on the coffin!
Now they've been asked to say a few words,
they're singing and cheering with glee.
What horrible respect they show for the dead,
what horrible respect for me.
Slipping awayMy heart was drowning again todaySlipping away by ScRamb1ed
It's times like these
When I feel like everything's slipping away.
Even my own dreams are denying me
I get so, so close
Then they turn around and flee.
Is it my fault things are like this?
If I did something
That horrible I'd like to know what it is.
Is it because I'm a liar?
I've never been honest
But I'll tell the truth if that's what you require.
I feel like I'm being taunted
Left in my cold,
Empty world with the ghosts that make it haunted.
I'm not sure who this amuses
It feels like
I'm making a wish but the shooting star refuses.
Never again will I be this careless
This is a curse;
I get hopeful and then I start getting reckless
My heart was drowning again today
It's times like these
When I feel like everything's
ChronophobiaThe walls are built from ticking clocks and broken glassChronophobia by ScRamb1ed
The happy times have come to pass.
The walls are built to reach the sky
A brick is added with each goodbye.
The walls are built to block them out
The glass has grown fogged with doubt.
The walls are built to keep me in
Trapped in a game I might never win.
When can I break this wall of clocks?
Hello, strange person who decided to read my profile! Have I ever told you I love you? No? Well, you're here now, might as well say it before you run away. Love ya! Anyway, in case you still haven't figured it out, I'm an odd person. I have no plan for what I'm going to do here, so don't be surprised if I do poetry one day and attempt to write a comic the next. I don't know what you'd call me. A wanderer? A hobbyist? A newb? I don't know. Maybe I should just let you come up with the names so I can just sit back and eat them for breakfast.|
Bye for now,