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It's just funny to think about my sorrow
As a perfect reason to live again
My dark eyes of green, red with anger
Of what I know I will lose in the end.
To fear is just a statement of nothingness
As courage a stupid speck of dirt to the soul
In the long run there really is vacuity
Just like the souls of many in this earth.
Finally like a fox I am, so cruel, so unforgiving
The thought of unity is once again a myth
The thought of offspring not even showing
My heart a vacant void of blood flavored ramen.
Why ramen, you may ask?
It is simply cheep and worthless to the masses
A food that wouldn't satisfy the soul
A substance now artificially created in this earth.
My blood may be the most precious in this world
But when accompanied to that vile noodle
It is never a satisfying and delicious treat;
Not containing pleasures, hopes, and dreams of many.
Finally like a fox I am, So cold hearted, so lonely
With every passing second hating all
With a passion so pure and dark in me
Almost like the deadly black nicotine syrup of my lungs.
I trust no one or even care enough to show it
When I try I am on;y batted away
Considered a threat of great proportions
Thought as the killer who sneaks into the chicken pen.
Pushed away because I think diffrent of the world
Because my mental advantage in negativity
Left me with no real heart to spill to them
Or even to show that they are well with me and all.
Finally like a fox I am, so loyal, so trustworthy
Every passing day a reminder of debt
Debt owed by all who needed me once
Only to be stabbed in the back where no more is seen.
I only wished for one to completely let me descend
And land into their arms of consern
To be caressed like the fox I am
To be insured that same safety I've seen given others.
Every breath of kind words and acknowledgement
A wasted tear in the end for me
I will not whimper or grieve when I disperse
I will only be humiliated that I ever tried hard for nothing.
Finally like a fox I am, So broken, so wounded
A natural Julius Cesar of canine proportions
To be stabbed instead only in the heart,
With only their intent of letting me die slowly.
So hard one tries and yet fails to be great
For even another I have become for them
With only results of worsening anguish
Every dagger more sever than the last to puncture.
But the canine wasn't murdered out of fear
Canine Cesar was destroyed for lesser reasons
He was shattered for nothing at all
He was only ruined for the pleasure of the kill!
Finally like a fox I am, so dark, so angry
The shards of glass broken away
Trashed with everything else
Only to be left soulless and stupid.
To them all, I am nothing more that a mere animal
To the masses I have only been disgusting
To the earth I have been a wasted spirit
To their world I'm a speck of color to taint tjeir creation.
To them I am an imperfect seed of distate
One that should never be able to fruit,
One that should never be given a chance,
The one thing that should be considered a weed in a garden.
And why I am like a fox is this:
They keep to their ways and survival
They are an intelligent creature from many others
Above all, they keep to themselves in peace and tranquility.
 Vulpi_Phasmatis · Sat Oct 20, 2007 @ 10:15am · 2 Comments |
