That boy over there
With the dark curly hair
His mind lacking severely in color and light
Doesn't know why the sun is so bright
That boy over there
With the dark curly hair
Sitting alone in the dark
Leaving his crimson marks
The one wide awake
Hearing his breath shake
Does not dare take a deep breath
For fear of being consumed by death
The one wide awake
Hearing his breath shake
Is sick of spiraling into oblivion
And learns instead, to be made of obsidian
This boy right here
Has won his battles against fear
No longer afraid of the night
Because he learned how to fight
This boy right here
Has won his battles against fear
Mind spilling over with color and light
Knows exactly why the sun is so bright
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From the poetry unit for class. Good? Bad? Let me know!
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Blurbs and Stuff
Kort verhaalI'm not committed enough to write a full length anything so here's some short stuff I was able to finish.
