Non-Temporal World
There is nothing, that can compare
To a conceited, heartbreaking, treacherous robbery
Right before your eyes
One whom you care,
With all your fragile heart
Has been stolen and kidnapped
But,
No matter the number you send to search,
They'll never come back
They don't care
Blinded, by who took them
No care, at all
Yet I wait
I wait, and wait
For the day they are wiser
But it never comes
I'm always trapped in the past
Stuck in yesterday
In a dark, non-temporal world
Where the sun never rises,
Where everything is blinded,
And frozen in the cold
And tomorrow never comes
I'm the only one left, with eyes to see
In this cold and somber world
But nobody listens
I'm taken as a fool
I'm misunderstood, judged
By the cold and somber world
I want to curse
I want to thrash
I want to scream
But...
Isn't that what this blade is for?
Copyright © Maddie Chirico | Year Posted 2011
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