Their utopia is ignorant bliss
Emotionless society,
emotionless existence
the'll be no need, or wanting variety
Ticking down time, till our slow demise
Give us a dose of reality
with a dose of nonsense
spiraling out into insanity
An odorless place of nothingness
Apathy is so extremely easy
Beauty surrounding everything filthy
Perfection is just an opinion
Contradiction or nonfiction
Fictional characters with friction addiction
Pain's constant. constant constriction

have his tired eyes,
weary sighs
and silent cries
still not made you realize
that he's tired of your lies?
he knows you'll never love him, no matter how hard he tries.
darling, you are leading him to his demise.
and yet, it is you, only you, whom he will never despise.

*how much will he take
before he breaks?

Running through the forest, into the night
A fire grows strong, a murderous light
Burning the living and eating the dead
The fire grows hungry, leaving havoc in its stead

Weakening the giants, making them tumble
Falling to the ground, an echoing rumble

Ground shaking, twigs breaking
Running for my life, escaping my demise
Death is knocking at my door
My heart speeds as I soar

Trees fall as I fly, feeling so lost
I can’t deny, death is near
My time has come, falling to the ground
Filled with contentment, heaven shines down

Created by the same God
Grown with the same love
I feel no pain, my sufferance gone
The trees and I have become one

You starred as Batgirl and as the green babe in an episode of Star Trek.
You died of breast cancer and your fans and family's lives are a wreck.
Breast cancer is a big threat to women, it's what many have died of.
You entertained many people and because of that, you were loved.
In 1971, you starred in 'How To Frame A Figg' with Don Knotts.
You were very talented and many people appreciated that a lot.
I have an autographed photo of you as Batgirl and the book that you wrote.
You weren't alone when you suffered from breast cancer, many have been and are in the same boat.

Destruction to something as pure as love will surely lead to a gruesome demise.
Whether it be the demise of your inner self or outer self is your choice.
Although, you could always go with no choice.

1 year,
365 days,
12 months,
8766 hours,
525600 minutes,
And
3153600 seconds.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Time has passed.

Despair,
Remorse.

He died,
Seems like ages.

I cry a lot,
But never have i stopped missing you from that day.

The day they took your coffin away,
Leaving behind decay !

I've been counting all the days,
And it now has been exactly 1 year,

I'm far too late to say this,
But I love you,
And I will always miss you.

Atop our corroding
roof, the sage rasped:
I did not know
until the classic anatomy
of my blue jay's wish
had evolved to match
its sedentary lifestyle.