Hi fellas! I'm busy right now, so I didn't have the time to edit this..
The Trickster: heh, poetry's easy, if you could find the right words and the right emotions.
Moonjava: hey, thanx.you know,alot of people tend to be fustrated of your lack of commenting, but hey, at least you're following the rules! they'll get used to it :)
Everyone else: Thanks for the reviews! here's another chapter.
Anthology
Cold Fusion
Memories,
The dark and cold ones
The warm and cheerful ones
Both crushed at the moment of truth
The truth of death
As there is no death
I am a ghost,
Yet I am living
A broken memory
A broken code
I scream to the light
I cry in the dark.
Hiding became a habit
Stealing became a career
Fighting became a sport
A sport between life and death
To which life, I hate
To which death, I savor
but is cowardly in
Money was not a problem
Society easily consumed in prejudice
if only everyone was like you, my reader
the world would be a better place
These arms protect me
yet I hate them
I want them off
but who had the courage?
I am scared of this world
paranoid of what to happen
broken in a short amount of time
broken injust a few months
I have no friends
I have no family
I am a loner
an outcast
an outlaw.
I am a zero
A zero between the negative
And the positive
I am not Otto
Nor Octopus
But a bunch of shattered and broken
Memories.
Review plz!