Grave Of Fireflies

The obvious is calling...

Nonsense is calling

As night begins falling

Slipping and drowning

With silence resounding.

How can I swallow

These people while hollow,

With pride in their eyes

And mindless fireflies.

But somewhere in mourning

Are those souls that're burning

With milky white scarring

The hearts fully marred.

As I'm sitting here watching

The hopes that are dropping

I lose all my patience

With this graveyard called life.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

So deliciously dark, I'd almost squeal with delight! This one is quite tough, as I cannot seem to figure out what the fireflies symbolize... the beauty of human annihilation, and how easy it is to smother another? The ethereal feeling of socializing with mindless insects that have asses brighter than their heads? I am enticed..

[Riley Bray]

Thanks. :) I was thinking of the fireflies much like you just did, unsurprisingly. It seems we've got a similar mindset hehe. Yeah, thanks for the review! :)