This is not a poem at all But rather a fake gathering of words for you all So here I'll say neat things here and there And await your responses with cold hands and a tightly clenched jaw
» Life is very much like hell enough already.
So why even bother trying to tell someone to go to hell when were prettty much here already? «
» It hurts the worst to see someone you love go and love another person.
But you can not stop the pain nor how the person feels after all. It's just one of the retarded defaults of life. Just learn to deal with it. «
» How is it that when someone dies they are nearly forgotten in a year or two?
Of course it is but that we are only human and we humans really do not care as we oh so claim to be to our wives and children and any other helpless thing we say we love. «
» Why do we love when their is truley no pont since were all going to die in the end leaving all our loved things and persons behind?
Because we are but humans once more and can not help but want things that we can never truly have and hold forver as we would like. «
» Why do I love him so much even though he is just another boy?
Even I do not know. But I believe it is but because I can never have him. He is very much a forbidden object for me as Pandora's box was to her. «
» Why do we kill others?
Well of course it is but because they are different form us and we don't like that. That is how we humans were created to be by possibly by Loki, the god of mischief and games, believing it would be fun to see us destroy each other slowly. «
» Why do I feel like Im slowly falling away day by day?
Because all these things held in my heart, mind and soul are slowly eating away at my insides leaving thin red ribbons in the place of where memories and happiness used to live freely wihout argue, war or hatred. «
» How is it that people can see right through me but can not see what chaos is held within my mind when it is so clearly screamed out at them through my eyes?
Because I am not the type of book that people can so easily read in between the lines and find what they are looking for. Instead, I am the kind that could drive a man mad if someone ever could translate the inner circuits of my brain and all the things that lay waiting there. «
» Why won't you love me back?
Because your smart enough to stay away from me. «
» Why is life so unfair?
Because life is life and such a life that is but a life is nothing but a sick and twisted game led on by players that will all die in the end and never find the secret level at the end that will make them true winners. «
» Why are you reading this?
Well it's possible that you care enough about me to read what I write to try and get inside my mind where you can understand me better. Or it is just because you are a creature that is interested in such little things such as these little words that I have written. «
. . . This was not a poem at all Just once more another excerpt from my mind Spreading madness into every soul pressed against the wall Creating many much more of my kind Oh what fun this Game has finally become after all
xxxPapura-Chan · Mon Apr 26, 2010 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |