The world is in a dead awkward silence everyone looked at the aggressive brutality and cruel violence They wondered to themselves how did they get here without even realising there were people pulling their strings like a masquerade puppeteer
Can you imagine a world without anything but just broken gravel? Living in fear of just catching nothing but just the common cold rattle Growing up to learn the destroyed world and be nothing but just to grow old.. Change the time of you which you live in now technology just complicates our lives and our true knowledge
Before everything just becomes nothing but bitterness and displease will it then maybe shock you? And come ten times worst as respiratory disease
Can you recall when we met in a support group? You were with Isaac who was insanely in love with Monica and her ***** You took me to your home which you gave me a basement tour I thought to myself we were going to be best friends or maybe evens more
I gave you my ideal and ravishing book remember how you couldn't stop talking and I knew you were hooked You and I had our ''Okay'' which became our own flirtatious ''always'' forever I just got butterflies and knew that some how we would always be together
Can you recall when you said you were cancer free? You took the tests and god your test results lit up the heavens tree You are just amazing calling me Hazel Grace which always just made me laugh and put a smile on my face
The day came of your funeral everything was just certainly unreal
But then I remembered: That's the thing about pain it demands to be felt
Walking in a creepy dark forest feeling but nothing but weirdly sorest Visions and reality totally hazy and confused seeing teddy's drink tea without being excused
Seeing animals sit around and eat as humans at the table Makes my mind feel more confused and unstable Wondering around and come across owls getting married judging what I'll see next I should be extremely worried!
I see a bright light reflecting white off a jacket trying it on hoping this sure doesn't throw a gasket Running away from the foolish foul bird creatures chasing me My boots come off and out of nowhere I'm growing into a tree
My hands turn into branches and my feet into a tree trunk surely this must be a dream or else I'm seriously drunk
Sitting at my computer and starring at the screen I'm starting to get bored and feel like I want to scream! I'm bored out of mind without a muse Praying that I soon get an idea to use
Looking at my poem links starting to think my work really stinks I finally get inspired and it lights off a spark I'm starting to feel like a glow in the dark
I'm trying to get a interesting find but as soon as the electricity goes off so does my mind That was the moment where I get angry, upset and it cant be ignored It repeats it cycle and I'm at the beginning of ''I'm bored''