Can anyone hear the whispers of a vacant mind?
I believe it would sound something like, the crash of the tides,
on a hot summer night,
and I let this fill me up like the fullest cup, from which I drink your poisoness blood,
only to fall to the ground, finding there was no real reason, for this deed to be done,
for there is never any reason, for such an unjustified suicide,
but then again, who would ever take time to justify, the unjustifiable,
and to which mind this makes any sense, I do not know,
but from this pen, my words do flow,
and to anyone who reads them, I wish you luck, in unraveling the riddles of my tounge,
and who would have ever known, there was anyone so wise, all while being so young?
And no, this is not me saying I am any wiser than most,
I'm just going on what I've been told,
feel free to argue, like do most,
Now I will take this time, to make a toast,
to anyone who has ever done me wrong, for you are the ones who have made me so strong,
and while you may think I hate you, you are ever so wrong,
and now I take the time to thank you, for all that you've done,
because without all of your hate, I wouldn't be the person I am today,
and while they say sticks and stones only break bones,
I've used the ones thrown at me, to build an inpenetrable wall,
in which I hide behind, plotting my revenge,
for while I said I didn't hate you, that doesn't mean we're friends,
So going back to the question at hand,
can anyone hear the whispers of a vacant mind?
I do believe it may sound like the crash and fall of the tide,
and as the waves crash, just know, you're listening, to the contents of, my ever so, *vacant mind.
I have no idea where this came from, but I like it, and comments are highly appreciated.
