The End

And here I lie in seas of red,

with fading hope for me.

Defeat has come, my final bed.

I hope the pain will leave quickly.

They lied when telling of this fate,

They, with dreams both dark and small.

They said my heart would fill with hate.

Alas, they all were wrong.

My eyes, like shutters, concentrate

not on the past charades.

I see the grey skies ready now

To take me to my place.

Beneath the bedlam mountains lie,

basked in warming sun.

I see them and collapse in time.

Now out I go, and here I come.

Outdoor Ed Inspired

I see an ocean no longer blue,

the skies all turned to grey.

All the ants with none to do,

except to shudder, eat, and pray.

The heat is dimmed: the light's turned off.

I see no falling snow.

The butterfly now twin to moth,

extinct has gone the hope.

wrote this and the "The End" on my solo on outdoor ed haha fun times

mahaignier

my least favourite word is maimed.

synonyms?

invisibility.

why does light blind them all but me?

the mask hides the Pain, the guiLt, and thE story

the desire to remove the fAcade with fake glory.

to bE ignoraNt or ignored

the obliviOus smoThering of hope

or the lIfelessness of silenCe.

the cloak or the whip,

the ghost or thE simp.

they believe they're the sun

i know they're skewed views

is what makes ME disappear

but no matter how it's stated

darkness truly burns.