Patiently waiting as the day turns to rust Your caged thoughts and tied ideas Resting upon your shelf collecting dust Filling your pocket with straight faced bias
Your tongue tied mouth speaks so clearly As your cross-fingered hand made a vow You sounded a lot like loyalty You managed to act it out somehow
I stood beside you, not like the rest You were above me, you are always the best Unpredictable lies, now they don't matter You cut the string now I'll pull the trigger
Undefined words and speechless talks Muted screams and endless dead end roads Shadows lurking above me I can see How does it feel to be like me?
Malice filled judgments, manipulated cares While the walls crumbled, you stood and stared Time does not run on batteries, it dies and stops You can't keep everything, not even your laughs
Scream it not, hush and shush my dear They can smell the stench of fear It will make you suffer till it is death you'd propose Then, I'll worship the ground that awaits your corpse
Cerberus is a multi-headed (usually three-headed) dog, or "hellhound" with a serpent's tail, a mane of snakes, and lion's claws. He guards the entrance of the underworld to prevent the dead from escaping and the living from entering.
I made this poem a long time ago and I honestly do not know what I'm talking about. All I know is that I was probably sad when I wrote this.