I've waited so long and this rage is so swift,
Abolishing my steel trap with a monstrous iron fist,
But my words are so used to struggling in chains,
They stutter and falter and never reach the day,
Instead I reveal just what I wanted to rest,
I spill, oh I spill,
The nest,
The nest,
The nest!
Stop talking and lock like you've done for such years,
But it's harder with a weaker material of disappointment and fear,
He's Leaving,
He's turning his back,
He's speaking,
He's not turning back.
His words burn,
Why did I hope?
Time won't turn,
I'm going down that slope.
AN:
I've been trying a few new ways of writing poetry and this is one of them but Hiccup was the inspiration so I hope you like it and what part of the film is this portraying? Review if you know, it's quite obvious. COOKIES FOR ALL!
