Going Mad is Just Crazy Talk . by itWillNeverEnd, literature
Literature
Going Mad is Just Crazy Talk .
So, there was this little chunk of stuff left over,
From the day we went our separate ways.
If you could really call it a chunk.
Maybe glob would be more appropriate.
Anyways, this glob was not going to be very impressive,
When you finally decided to acknowledge me again.
Besides, it's nothing compared to what you're used to seeing, now is it?
And I've been so afraid all this time that you would notice it, notice me.
Notice how simply globbish I've become.
Yes, I think that word fits very well, under the circumstances.
So, when you approached me for the first time in months,
And everything boiled down to you and me,
And you l
Hello, my name is _____ by irisinfiniti, literature
Literature
Hello, my name is _____
I've spent countless lifetimes trapped inside a perfect box.
Our eyes all matched, our skin, our socks.
The rain it came, at perfect call.
But there was hardly excitement, if any at all...
I dreamed of days spent in torment and hatred.
Wars fought over differences...
Wars fought over purpose!
Now we know- there is no heaven or hell...
Because we've beat death, and our roots as well.
We're the sickest thing one could possibly be.
We exist without a you or a me... We are only we.
You searched for a reason?
You were blind all the time!
Oh, I must go now, it's nine: time to dine.
