I'm extreme...
Extremely tired
Extremely irritated
Extremely bored
Extremely weary
I'm extremely sick of it
Work, work, work...
Yell, Yell, Yell...
Silence
Quiet, hush, soundless
Or can I just be...
DEAF
Ignore, yes I'm going to ignore you
Stop calling me,
Stop yelling at me
I'm only a good sister
When I do her work.
Midnight, 1 o' clock, two...
Maybe four next time
What will you do?
I stay up and stay up
Then at 5 I get up again
Again I rise
Before the family
Before the sun
Just to make it to stupid's home.
I reach the palace
All barren and old
To walk with ghosts
All wicked and cold
I don't understand
Do I do what I am told
Until the day, I am wrinkled and old?
Do the ghouls of the palace
Guide me by chain
To dungeon's confinement
And Drewid's spell
To change a nightmare
To living hell
My what fun,
It is to sell
Your own soul to demon's hell
Oh, do call me
From your prison cell
But I will not come
I bid you farewell...
Another long night with another long story.
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Midnight Writings
PoésieThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
