Last Day of Hell
By bdgrey
Your legacy of lies fills the black room,so why do you enter you boorish, old fool?Nothing but stairs to your direction do turn,and a silence saturates the once lively space.All eyes and ears await your sly style,so answer you must, but in vanity's reprisal.Speak on, hurry up, we're dying to hear,the matters of false and imprudent,dry tears.Musing you amuse us with ambiguous words,so fabricated your mendacity that no one will heed.Turning dejected you walk out the door,out of our lives, we'll see you no more.We all look around at each other's reaction,and without hesitation we continue as before.The room brightens abruptly, all now is well,since the day from the world you happily fell. Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 04:12 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Your legacy of lies fills the black room,so why do you enter you boorish, old fool?Nothing but stairs to your direction do turn,and a silence saturates the once lively space.All eyes and ears await your sly style,so answer you must, but in vanity's reprisal.Speak on, hurry up, we're dying to hear,the matters of false and imprudent,dry tears.Musing you amuse us with ambiguous words,so fabricated your mendacity that no one will heed.Turning dejected you walk out the door,out of our lives, we'll see you no more.We all look around at each other's reaction,and without hesitation we continue as before.The room brightens abruptly, all now is well,since the day from the world you happily fell...."