Would You Kindly - Bad Ending Would you kindly...Would You Kindly - Bad Ending4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you kindly lie,
filling my head with a false life.
The life you wanted.
Would you kindly make me a monster,
tell me to become the villain,
turn the Atlantic into a fiery-massacre.
Would you kindly lead me,
a shadow, twisted and deformed,
down every evil hall of the city.
Would you kindly toss me about,
like the wreck of the plane itself,
crumbled on the murky ocean floor.
Would you kindly warp my mind,
a mind I never had control of,
a puppet on a bloodied string.
Would you kindly...
Kindly, you bastards.
For every drop of blood I spill for you,
the more the city belongs to me.
AtlanticWater,Atlantic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark and murky
Presses itself against the glass,
thick and stained.
Begging for entrance.
The Atlantic is slowly,
but surely creeping its way in.
The cold, damp halls,
the pride and joy of Rapture,
growing dark and moldy.
The pipes are broken,
the spirit of the proud city,
Neon lights, flicker on and off,
a symbol for the last hope.
I cannot say as I write,
that I have long to live.
The people, once happy, once loving,
now stumble about.
They seek currency,
as their greedy minds always did.
Their faces are masked,
minds sick with insanity.
I have no doubt,
that with time, I will join their ranks.
Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude"Why did you kill him?"Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He attacked me."
"You attacked all of them."
"I'm sorry "
"He was my brother, you know."
"I know "
"Why didn't you kill me?"
I woke abruptly to a loud chirping sound. Not surprisingly, it wasn't any sort of foul or mutated beast creeping up on us to devour our flesh, but just an innocent bird. Its song carried loudly through the dark halls of its new home.
It hopped about, occasionally pecking at the ground, for a piece or crumb that wasn't there. You knew food was short when even a little bird couldn't find a speck of calories to ingest. It's scrawny build and tattered feathers only reminded me of myself; Battered, bruised and hungry.
We all had it bad, even the birds.
But, even like the starving creature, we found ways to scrape by. We always managed to scrounge up a crumb or dented can to get us through the next day. We always had hope, and motivation, to carry on. Keeping our minds off the horrors of our world wasn't any easy task,