You don't know who I am,
But as you can plainly see,
My eyes, they hold no light,
They are lifeless as can be.
...
I don't know, I needed an outlet... I haven't published any books or really accomplished anything, I'm more of a metaphor obsessed coffee stain on the tablecloth of life. Fun fact, did you know society's in a downward spiral? So cynical at fifteen, what a shame. If I believed in an afterlife I'd be there already. <3 you!)
The Piscean Method
You don't know who I am,
But as you can plainly see,
My eyes, they hold no light,
They are lifeless as can be.
As hollow as a seashell
And as empty as a jar,
My heart just sits there motionless
As most people's are.
However, unlike others
Whose tears just stain their minds
I escape into my fantasies
Retreat and shut the blinds.
My psyche is a curtain,
Keeping out most of the light.
And yet some truth still filters in
So I prefer the night.
While Suffering, my only friend
May tempt me with an end,
His promises are shoved aside
'Till they return again.
Wow, you're pretty great, self