Dead 7A Poem by ScintellaCadence
Anger issues?
What? With me those don't exist. My anger is calm its collective. It doesn't give to fricks about what you think Why do you think its so evidently there without being so obvious? Can you sense those smoldering embers of my mood swinging its bucket round' filled with the seven sins Hitting you with easy glares Cauliflower clouds of Hatred just freezing time. With its Death Stare. Ha, those sheafs of silver pricks of light so fast, thats what they appear to be. One, two tres! You've been best by me. I lap up the hurt that you're feeling like any other. Gluttony. I'm much to proud, THE SUN. That big thing that ball of impossible. No, that moon cant block it out as I can. I can hold it in hand I'm Prometheus's heir, his progeny. His Left-Hand man. Upset that HE even chose man-kind over me. What have they, we, done for you? I don't know, but it seems that I have lost my respect for you.
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1 Review Added on May 10, 2014 Last Updated on May 10, 2014 AuthorScintellaCadenceAboutIt's been an enitre year and I have not been on here....so Hi again! It's me! Yeah, I miss this place so much and it's great to be back. welllllll I love to draw and write. (why do you think I'm on.. more..Writing
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