midnightmuse
I prefer to help those who have trouble asking for it.
It's usually far more rewarding for us both.
I tend to avoid the affairs of my neighbors for a simple reason.
They shout in pointless arguments over little things in front of their fat, stupid children.
Before you look away,
give me the benefit of the doubt.
I'm not much,
but it's my everything;
what i'm 'fraid of,
what i'm made of,
are not my limits,
and I refuse to accept them as such.
Who writes about people?
I only care to write about friends, lovers, family;
people are obnoxious, and are as unlikely to do something for me,
as I am to do something for them.
Begin, and be gone,
get lost within your head
with memories of the dead.
What's done is done
for all and for one,
decaying quiet, under the sun.
The wind claims one more candle,
and its gentle smoke is lost to the following breeze.
in the dark, I find I am all the more sorry for its loss.
Despite previous
musings on my happiness,
I am now depressed.
Rise up through ashes,
tall and strong beside me
in greater glory.
Neurological treason,
functions fried behind watering eyes,
unable to unveil why.
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