You kill my joy every time you say no. That simple final ending to all my wildest dreams
No!
You scream in the softest of voices then voice in the loudest of speeches. What a madenin way to end the would be beauty
Look at this aweful mess, you deviant monster of a handful. Look at my child shatter at the mention of absolute silence.
Hear my voice desolve under the resolve of you. Under the fin of moonlight and the eclipse of sun shied days.
Let my mane fall into your face as a Cascade of sorrow and my remains wither in your lap. Soothe my biting toes and raging hard on. Even if they aren't as hard as they should be.
Oh how cruel to abandon happiness in it's brightest hour and sentence my glee to a hanging of shame.
Who's more to blame for our flower less outs? The one who tried or the one who failed?
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PoetrySweet whisperings. If only the world was round and the things we believed in right. If only the dark didn't melt away as madness becomes light, as sense becomes the past and knowledge becomes history. If only this life wasn't a huge fucked up myst...
