Poems from Mercwithamouth
It started out simple, with a flash of light.
A yellow demon running like hell,
Running in the dark of night,
The night that Nora Allen...
Take a group of misfits, a group of freaks,
Just everyone who doesn’t fit in.
Combine the loners, the weirdos, the geeks.
Then sit back and...
Some heroes fight tooth and claw,
Others use a blade.
Some fight with gadgets of all kinds,
Others stand weaponless, unafraid.
My...
I don’t want to be where the people are.
I don’t want to see, want to see them dancing.
Just want to be home on my Netflix account,...
Nothing is ever what it seems.
The end isn’t here yet,
But you can see everything crumbling around you,
Shattered, battered, tattered. ...