There are Faults Within Our Stars
Emotional turmoil is all that lays in the wake of John Greens creation.
Cells create cells which create cells
Which mutate and try to kill me.
Truthfully, try is the wrong word.
They are killing me,
And soon my personal civil war will end
And a bomb will explode in my wake,
Trying to take down everything in its path.
I have minimized the damage,
But some could not be saved.
There is nothing noble in creating a void
Just bleak… overbearing…
Emptiness.
Author's Note: I highly suggest you read John Green's latest book, The Fault Within Our Stars. This is my response.