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.
