Another seriously weird Seymour poem. I honestly don't know who he's supposed to be talking to it. Could be Yuna or his mum, or me. I didn't really intend it to be about anyone.
I just sort of had this idea for a weird Seymour poem that sounds kind of like a song. Somehow I feel like this sounds like a Third Eye Blind song but I don't know why. And the rythms are different in different places and eh. I like this despite its issues. Though I feel like the end might need something more. I don't know. My desciptions are always longer then my writing. Gomen ne.
Take my hand
And step up beside me,
On my storm cloud of destruction.
And I'll release you from your lies.
With one ivory tipped claw
I pluck out your heart
And place it
With the others
Who've died.
From up here
You can see the spiral
Endlessly spiraling
Into despair.
And I look at you
And I'm sinking into blue.
But surely you'd agree with me
That false hope is worse then death.
And you know I will make you see
The end of all this mess.
And I wish I knew
Why I've fallen into blue.
Am I trying too hard
To sound noble and pure?
I'm not at all
But you know that, I'm sure.
You never should have had
Sympathy for the devil.
Only death awaits you
At the end of this spiral.
I think I always knew
I was falling into blue.
Also, I am sorry, but I couldn't resist inserting the line 'death awaits you' into this. I know, I know.