A Continuation of Two
The enemy continues their reign.
Good friends continue to die...
This world is full of unfortunate happenings and people continue their actions with beautiful lies.
They mutter bullshit under their last breath and the truth is revealed.
The silence was shouting for a moment in fractured time
You can hear the sound ring in your ears the second they disappear.
It's quiet.
But it's a nice quiet because their old silence held the darkest secrets.
You said words that passed through within a split second, never processed within their thoughts, let alone never even heard.
You got sick and tired of repeating yourself for useless actions that never succeeded.
That very moment when the enemy's reign collapsed into a million shards of broken glass.
Every word you whispered into the deep abyss dwindled out quickly.
But still never heard because the good die young
How can the good people listen when they die?
Why were they only ever good?
The pain continued you stab you right in the back.
More than ever before
You thought they meant something
Why believe their lies?
They knew the right words to create those beautiful lies which stuck to your mind with blue butterflies
But what's a farewell when you never even said hi?
The depression
It's painful
So many stages that you passed through
But why did they die?
The question remained unanswered...
The good die young
But the great will always last
Or so had they once said
-a.k.a.
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Beautiful Lies and Silent Truths
PoetryI like to write poems sometimes; some don't rhyme at all. Just like my stories, they are just random ideas that come to mind. I've been into slam poetry lately, so these may sound a lot like a slam poem instead.
