Will's Poems, songs, and lymrics

[energizer184]

This is called Run Into the Night, it sucks.

it's one thing to move

another to run
the faster you go

it _seems_ more fun

and then you trip
and then you fall

what do you do
you sit and you bawl
and what happens then
do you expect some support?

but help doesn't show

and you're left in the court

of denied optimism
and the judge tells you

toconvert
convert to a from of pessimism


"It suits you well", he'll say.

It's what they all say.
But being unlucky...
Won't stop your flight.
^Run._{Run into the night.}

[Pyris]

Eh? He fell? And went to court? That's as confusing as the Murder me in the bottom of your siggy. And the top... *murders bunny* *cries and apologizes in multitude*

[energizer184]

Nobody said my poems had to make sense, I write them as I feel. He fell 'cause he was -happy- and he wasn't supposed to be. I guess. =dies=

[Pyris]

Why not? You can be happy.....Or sad, whatever suits your fancy.

[energizer184]

Eh. I'm a weird person. . .

[Pyris]

So am I....What's your point? Not to worry, I still love you...

[energizer184]

I also suck at poetry.

[Pyris]

Me too.

[energizer184]

I'm better at writing.
Here, read this:

[energizer184]

Note: There is some foul languange.


"Dear =namewithheld=,



Hi. It's just Jeremy. You know, that kid who sits in the back of your math class? Kinda emo-ish? But you don't even know what emo is, so I might as well not even describe myself this way. Yeah, anyway, just wanted to tell you a few things.

I hate you. I've always hated you. I've hated your guts since I met you. You think you're SOOO cool. You think just 'cause everyone likes you, you're the biggest guy in the world. Well, you're WRONG. M'kay? Popularity is just a dumb highschool thing. It isn't going to carry on into the real worlld. Do you think that like, once you get a job, everyone on your shift is going to love you? YEAHFRICKINRIGHT. The best you can get is probably an intimate relationship with the graveyard shift janitor. You aren't cool in the real world, man. You're just a deadbeat. And you're just a deadbeat in school too.

Just becausr you have good looks doesn't make you a good person. And this is the truth, 'cause you're a real asshole. Like you think anyone who has less friends than you isn't worthy to be spoken to. Not spoken to, no, but made fun of, picked on, and taunted in public. And the people who laugh aren't thinking this is funny. They're laughing just so that you don't do this to them too. You're a fake, you know? And people who like you, are faking it too! So don't get so cocky when you're around a bunch of girls, 'cause they don't really like you. They either just want to look cool or wanna BE cool. They think you're the epitome of cool. And I applaud you this once, for the sake of being able to persuade the whole highschool how "cool" you are.

You're a theif. You stole me friend. You stole my grades. You stole my oppurtinity to get a job. You stole my LIFE, but worst of all, you candyass bastard, is that you stole my LOVE. You stole my soul, and you stole the reason my very soul existed, and you beat it until it was no more. You stole her, you brainwashed her, and you're hurting her. You're hurting her in a way that's indescribable.

Just remember this. . . I'll remember you. And when we're older, I'll find you. I'm not even going to do anything, nope. I'll just be there, watching you. And you will never hurt me again. Never. Never."

[energizer184]

Here I lay
Broken hearted

She left me here

She left me to die
I'd bleed for her

And yet she forced me to do this
I have to bleed these crimson tears

Justforher

She makes me apologize
for wrongdoings I did not commit

She made me her slave
Her work is now my work
And she does this why?

Because she says she loves me
And yet here I lay

Broken hearted
The one I loved has finally parted

She is in another world now
She is the seer and I am the slave

And here she makes me lay
Weeping these crimson tears
From the gashes on my body

We are both dead on the inside now
And that is what makes us perfect