Really

Was it worth the pain
to break free from the wooden, fragile door
That sealed you
But did it?

Did it seal you
Or were your eyes too blind to see
That the key was in front of you
Yet you choose to break down the very door

that kept you from realizing
that it was never meant to be broken
It was never meant to be opened
It was never meant to be seen
It was never meant to be an obstacle

yet to keep you from the wretched,
cruel world.

really?

ha ha
Scream now
i don't like these crowds

they make me   sad
they make me blue
i wish there were only few

ha ha
Scream now
to ward off this crowd

and make me proud
will you do
what i beg of you?

ha ha
if you dont Scream
i wont  like you

so Scream now
please
i begof you

ha ha
now
Scream now

so all of us
will be proud
of you

screa now
scram now
sceam now

The weather forecast is for today
I wish to see what comes our way
Oh, look, a raging tempest, rather a storm
I hope the skies stay clear and warm

Tomorrow brings a hurricane,
I hope it doesn’t bear my name.
I must return a book today
I hope the winds don't blow it away

Won't you watch The Weather Report with me?
We'll get to watch all the pixels fly away
Whether a cloudy, sunny, or a stormy stay
The Weather Report brightens up my day

The Weather Report

Taketh my Throne, for I am no more
For I have lost all of what I most adore
For he who beseech me is now my galore
For now my own presence disgusts me on forth

Taketh my Throne, for I am my bane
Appraised is he who critiques of good faith
While fonder and flounders are met with my grave
And eldritch who speaks of and blasphemes my name

Unblinking, Unmending, I deem thyself dumb
For I am no longer, and able for none
The shell of a burden, a plow for a knife
A grain for the abled, enigma for strife

Little for nothing and nothing for me
A leader who feeds from the soil and the sea
A leader with lavish and dubious glee
For chalice the final, and avid is me

So inside my castle I ponder in lone
Awaiting for judgment, my mettle to hone
The chalice in wine, the plow left to rust
Now taketh my Throne, and leave me to dust