Oct 29, 2006 20:11
I found that poem on my computer. I'm actually rather proud of it, it's sort of proper, unlike the stuff I usually write.
Her soul posses not
A demon nor a heart,
With her thoughts
She’d wish to part.
To never feel again
The sun admits defeat
The shadows of the street
Linger still, unmoving
As for that nightmarish sleep
It lingers there, as well.
Bewildered not the soul
Whose mangled heart did stole
The devil’s thieves and demons.
With musings she did roll
Dangerously so.
She sees the world, so bleak.
For the moments do not fleet
Never did she notice
‘till she found herself too deep.
Determined for that sweet release
Determined for that ceaseless sleep
I know, it's terrible. But it's the best I can do, and I adore it (for now).
So Gabbo and I couldn't resist cracking jokes about it. Initially I wrote it because I was actually depressed, and I remember being ever sadder about forgetting my headphones at home (no headphones=no sad music). So we had this little joke about the girl cutting her wrists because she couldn't find her headphones, then when she collapses on the floor she sees them under her bed or something.
We are horrible, horrible people ;_____;