They’re Here
Their hands flex and bends
Necks turning in their direction
They’re here to make amends
To the deadly infection
Screams echo down the road
As blood splatters the pavement
And they sing an ode
To their lord in enslavement
Piles of us
Cover the yard
As they discuss
With the guard
Infection they say
As the sky turns grey
not okay
You look beautiful says blind man
as the lame man walks,
the amputee drives a van
and the mute man talks
How are you today?
look at the beautiful sky
and the lovely bay,
wouldn’t you like to fly?
I’m not fine
I reply hoarsely
this world ain’t mine
I feel the road that’s very coarsely
My mind has gone mad
is this world too bad?
Why?
You walk away, far away from my heart
You leave me standing here, all alone here
You must not have been very smart
To leave me here alone, quoting Shakespeare
But yet I walk along this lonely road
Looking left and right, up and down
Waiting for my cherry red blood to have flowed
With my gown torn up and my face in frown
“To be or not to be? That is the question to ask,”
I say out loud to nobody that’s appropriate
I look at the lonely bottle, the flask
Deciding, how to open up Heaven’s gate
Picking it up gently, it’s throwing my life out of whack
I pour it down my throat as the world goes black
Books
I walk into the bookstore, shelves empty
My eyes light up at sight of the lone books
Can’t wait to start this awesome shopping spree
I must look in all the crannies and nooks
Is that the new Throne of Glass paperback tale?
Or this amazing Harry Potter shirt?
All these marvelous books make my arms flail
What to choose? None of them are just a blurt
So many options, what about Seeker?
Or what about the Library of Souls?
‘Closing soon,’ they blared over the speaker
Come on girl, pick a book, you’re in control
Just think, fangirls take these things seriously
At least one of them always acts mysteriously
Being a Fangirl
Your mind is a rollercoaster of feels
From happiness at a canon to sadness at death
Always skipping their strange times for cold meals
People wonder why they have a heavy breath
They always are found at a bookstore
Or usually, no always crying
Also on Tumblr starting shipping wars
Constantly saying that they are dying
Wattpad is a common place for fan-fic
Writing ships that will never be canon
They are not the girly types of chicks
Looking up things to prove they are Atlantean
Fangirling is a lifestyle
Most of them live far away, in exile