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May 22, 2011Comments: 18 · Posts: 3539 · Topics: 200
i dont sleep anymore. . .
i cant remember why i do it in the first place
theres emptiness inside. . .i deposit books inside to fill the space
one by one, they go down the chute.
it matters not-for the return date is always the same-late.
so i returned to people, and hidden motives fueled by manipulative masks resume their face
darkness within them is easily traced
the perching owl eagerly anticipates the mouse's next move-there is no escape
the rat has at last found his rotting apple, his heavy doubts completely gone,replaced with feelings oh love,hope,joy, and awe at the realization of his fortune. gratitude hope and delight are what make up his existence.
witihn the next moment-the mind of the rat is filled with nothing but darkness. light completely gone.
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Oct 01, 2012Comments: 21 · Posts: 86 · Topics: 13
Read less shitty literature.
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May 22, 2011Comments: 18 · Posts: 3539 · Topics: 200
its the most depressing shit i could come up with. thanks for noticing lissa