Poems from just another casualty
a girl that probably needs to express herself.
hi! your local fangirl that can't quite stand loud noises :o i'm too extroverted most of the time. you really shouldn't talk to me.
let's dance around the problem!
why should we ever care?
let's run away and leave them,
let's treat them all as air!
well, we're wicked...
cover your face,
cover your ears
to rid them of the sounds of destruction
they so often hear
now act innocent,
now play the fool;
just go...
our love was made of granules of sand,
that fell easily through grasping hands
and the waves of terror did shake us so violently
but we...
"to hell with it!"
a bad idea it screams!
they gather around to watch the show
of freaks and tearing seams
to which the moon smiles
smiling...
red, horribly so
as the blood spills so do secrets untold
and the tales once told by jolly men
now tick at the back of your head as lies...