All is silent now
All is quiet
For the monster hears nothing
No voices
No ships coming to rescue him
Lost and abandoned, he sits waiting
For no one
Sometimes he still hears echoes
Voices of the ones who rescued him
Telling him it will be okay
But these are lies
Figments of what's left of his imagination
Staring ahead into empty waters
The monster feels nothing
Loneliness is the only thing left in his cold dead heart
As he sits trapped alone with his worst enemy
Himself
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I Was Really Bored.
PoetryWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...
