Dawning Apocalypse by lost-in-a-fishbowl, literature
Literature
Dawning Apocalypse
Long time ago under the sun and the stars
A land with fields and mountains afar
It is that, here a story is told
That from over mountain cold
A stranger came in wandering
Door creaked open and the pub hushed up
Not a drop was added to a idling cup
All of the eyes were on the stranger
Certainly some kind of lonely ranger
From far, far land only told in tales
A cold gleam lay on her side
A long, long sword with hide
With a quick draw, the light blew out
Into the wind like a whisperling without
Any of its own voice
The early morning dawn came
With its flame peeking over the west
But silence lay in the little town
Nothing stirr
I can fell the beating
Of the drums of this world
And I can hear the meaning
When it all comes unfurled…
I never asked for this gift
This curse that betrays me now
Never volunteered for the graveyard shift
I'm surviving it, but I don't know how..
Always feeling like the fault is mine
But forever knowing I commit very few ills
Consumed by wanting to become intoxicated on wine
Fuck it, let me just mix in these pills..
Flowing and flowing..
Never sure of where I'm going..
And the signs of lunacy constantly showing..
My fear and anger now are growing…
MY MIND HAS LEFT ME WITHOUT MY KNOWING..
ON THIS RIVER OF MADDNESS: CONSTANTLY
When I start to think that things are right
life enjoys throwing me a curve
with every ounce of strength it can.
I watch in dismay as it tries to shatter
the glass walls I've built around me.
My walls are thick, yet fragile as me
they can be blown apart with ease,
made only of half-dead dreams and hope.
My fortress surrounds me, yet threatens to fall
I hide and wait for my impending surrender.
I search for reinforcements in futility
and know that it is soon I will go down
I bow my head and wait for my time...
and then like a siren in the night,
I hear the sounds of shattering glass.
I wish I could ...
Find the way to tell you, just how much I care
Find a way to show you as I pay this fare
That the dreams I make into reality
And the feelings only my heart can tell you
Are here for you forever
To take comfort and find shelter, if you need it.
Sometimes it's difficult ...
To see you as much as I want to, and wake up knowing you're there
To be the friend you need me to be, But I have so much to share
These dreams I have must become real
And only these things I feel
Matter to stop the sorrow
The time we have remaining is borrowed.
As these many hurdles are jumped ...
I fall flat on my face, only to stand in tri
I came and read Poe's
Of his Raven I laughed
Until a tapping behind me
At the night I drank acid
The day of all hallow eve
Of wild sighting I saw
Behold! A bird of devil's
"Go away!" I said
"If you of good evil,
Beheld of my window
Leave me be peace!"
Tipsy in my wild thought
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Dear be me! I beg you leave!"
Its face a grinning demon
Of unthinkable width
"Never! Never I drink again!"
I screamed and the glass broke.
Of holes in heaven's sky
I saw through the ceiling
of dripping paints
"Nevermore." quoth the Raven.
"Go back! Go back to grave!"
I begged, "Never to hear of again!"
So there i
-Leatherface and Me-
I wrote a poem...
It's been a while since I wrote it
And it's pretty dark too
All the people who read it said it's really scary
No one really believed that I'm the poet of the poem
But yes its me... I'm the one who wrote it.
It may be dark
It may be freaky
But it's the words
That came right out of me
The poem is ironic
I don't do what I say
But those are the words
That came right out of me.
But I wrote this long time ago
Before I even knew about that incident
The incident that was made a movie of
Called "the Texas chainsaw massacre".
What happened in Texas is really horrible
Leatherface used chainsaw
I'm burying pain and digging up sorrow
the blanket burns and you'll be here tomorrow
oh why?
Must this place belong to hell?
I'm searching for love, relatively unwell
but it's time to unveil the secrets that they sell
tried to keep locked up and then
insecurity blows you away
These times, they're unruled
moping and finding a way
to die out more slowly
the potions aren't helping
the pain is more soothing
and helping me live
Blood is on the phone
dripping death, I'm all alone
everyone is watching
the girl is a public disgrace
the death awaits a second sight
This is probably going to be the last thing submitted on this account.. *sighs* My dad got ahold of my account link. If I'm going to stay on here, I have to change names. Which isn't fair.. considering Brandon victimized me with a subbie..*sighs*