Supports hold up what we cannot
Suspended or on stilts we trust them
So I trusted you as concrete angels fall
Lying underneath for shelter
I hold my breathe as it crumbles
The love I felt strangled my lungs
As I lay unintentionally
Swallowing back your devastation
Under a falling bridge
You approach me with a lie to cut
The silence I have taken an oath
Stolen my heart to stop its beating
A broken heart cannot love again
If it is stolen without return
So I lay down for concrete angels
To melt the pieces to form one
As they once again crumble and fall
Save me from the edges
Splitting screams fill the air
As the bridge falls d
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Nice weather today, eh?
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his
This cryptic mass of howling cerberi
Set the mood for a perfect evening
The chandelier made of spider web
Illuminates the cold dinner
She eats from the hand made food
And it gives her orgasmic convulsions
I simply rest and observe
Waiting for the ideal moment
The minute that may never come
To bear a newborn suffering
I quietly play the rusty guitar
Crafted by dark eyed silent millennia
An instrument of holy sadness
Tuned by the bones of the wise poets
And while I wait in the theatre of repetition
The shady whispers of the strings
Enrich the ears of the resting
And she like all the other ones
Listens to my graveyard song
I
Take a walk in my Necropolis
Through the forests of wasted dreams. And
See if you can see
Behind the mask
Bind
Wander through the broken lies
And try not to fall into my thoughts.
Avoid the unexpected decay
Of Torment who
Me
Will forever loom among your
Synapses of chained lives
And stills your cold, cold heart
But not enough
To
And Loss
Who visits frequently and adds
To my Necropolis, combining the twisted parallels
Of my sin
Your
She cannot take from my Necropolis
The wasteland of dreams
Snapped!
Like the breathes she stole
Soul
II
So you're back my sweet?
It didn't take you long
I would express surprise but
I hate the sun.
I wish I were the sun,
So I could be a sunbeam and burn this house.
There are four stories, each has a special room.
There is a basement, it is the first floor.
It will be renovated soon to house a room to examine,
Dead butterflies and flowers and helium.
For now, it houses a bathroom, a pile of wood, a smell,
And a clock.
There is a main room, where life takes place,
Church is here, on Sundays I worship god by sitting up straight
For three hours,
I must not move, for I am worthless, the worst child in the church.
I am afraid. They will leave me here again, and again.
Time for confessions and prayers,
I pray to
Current Residence: 1234 Alien Lane, Europa (District of Jupiter) Favourite genre of music: Rock/metal Operating System: Windows 2000 XP Wallpaper of choice: either something I made (cuz I'm vain), or else something anime-ish.
Busy busy busy! This weekend I finally got some time to myself, so I used it (rather well, I thought) for the highly productive task of writing fanfiction and stupid poetry. =D I will most likely post some of the poetry here because it's decent stuff, and I considered doing the same for the fanfic, but... let's face it, anime fanfic is brain candy. There's nothing to it but sugar. So for now, that will stay firmly in its place on Fanfiction.net so where it belongs. (If you really want to read it-- ok, that's code for "I really want to give you the link"-- go here:http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1182112/ . "A Book By Its Cover" is by far the best,