Disclaimer: I own everything from the title to the third last sentence. The final two, sadly, are not mine.
Author's note:
This account was made purely out of pent up anger, so the only kind of stuff you will find in here, are angtsy stuff, mostly poetry, seeing as I excel in nothing else, not even fanfictions. Ikol is a pretty good example of my failure. Yes, we are related. That is, if you call controlled by the same brain related. Don't go around telling me off for dissing Ikol at every opportunity, I have the rights to. Maybe I should add it in my disclaimer next time...
Life is lived alone
Grain by grain, bit by bit,
Treacherous path the candle lit;
Over and over, day by day,
Till the day we pass away.
A knife through the bleeding heart,
Death in itself, an exquisite art;
A bloody tear down a sodden cheek,
Silent, in the night, to death I bleed.
Unfair is life, death do we part,
Bodies piled on the Grim Reaper's cart;
Unable to cry, the pain inside,
The rules of life, I can't abide.
My days are night, dark and deep,
No help given, when in need;
Eyes that look yet do not see,
None can ever truly be free.
Sunbeam lights the darkened hall,
Yet none shall soften my fall;
Alone in solitude I live my life,
Till my end comes beneath the scythe.
But can my end come?
Bird of Hermes is my name,
Eating my wings to make me tame.
Like it? Don't care. Hate it? Flame away, at least then, I'll have something to vent my anger on. I have already allowed my hopes for reviews to die a long time ago, so yea, if you want to review, be my guest, the button's on the bottom left of your screen, knock yourself out.