Literature
Poem: Repulsive Creation
There's no time to contemplate?
That's the silent game
I, the white swan should be forgotten in a birdcage
Who wants to be me?
The melody is dried from it's brilliance
I'm a curse, nothing good is associated with me
I'm a living ghost that haunts life
Not being able to exist in peace
Repulsive creation, the corrosive flower causes the snow to melt away
Stranger to warmth, cruelty always present, the unluckiest outcomes paint my existence
Candy is crushed, never to return, can't open the sealed off door
I'm a misfit that is constantly ignored
Never understood why, I can't walk down a regular path
Time is passing me by, I'm a frozen princess that sleeps away the pain
Agony kisses me, heartache holds me close, I'm a moth that is burning to be turned into smoke
I cause life to feel sick, repulsive creation, that can only have bad dreams
Missing heart, an excuse to not cry
I'm a figurine that is destined to be broken by instability
Chains that are looped below my skin
My spirit is a cage