Let me shut out, close up, disappear;
Why hurt so much, I know what
Happens next. Settled? Lets
Move again for you will never be.
They appear only to fade again,
So don't you cry, this is what you
Are in. Yes they love yet it won't last
Not like in story books and tales.
Like a ghost they see me in the
Passing of time, only to remember
My shell. They say he was a good
Boy, a bad boy, never knowing my
Context and of whom I really am.
You are different then who they
Are, being like them is what I hate;
Superficial is what they are.
I hunger for their love only to be
Deprived; now let's disappear.
Why does it matter how they feel?
I am only a ghost of a shell of who
I am to them. So let's become ghosts
To hide and shy away in my caverns
Where no one may come but only
To hide, to love and be loved by me!
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Let me shut out, close up, disappear;
Why hurt so much, I know what
Happens next. Settled? Lets
Move again for you will never be.
They appear only to fade again,
So don't you cry, this is what you
Are in. Yes they love yet it won't last
Not like in story books and tales.
Like a ghost they see me in the
Passing of time, only to remember
My shell. They say he was a good
Boy, a bad boy, never knowing my
Context and of whom I really am.
You are different then who they
Are, being like them is what I hate;
Superficial is what they are.
I hunger for their love only to be
Deprived; now let's disappear.
Why does it matter how they feel?
I am only a ghost of a shell of who
I am to them. So let's become ghosts
To hide and shy away in my caverns
Where no one may come but only
To hide, to love and be loved by me!
Things of the past
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