Trying to get some life into this little corner again with my crappy little diddy ^_^
Alone in my room at four,
I stare at my monitor,
My eyes slightly sore.
Is it because I'm tired?
Is it because I'm wired?
Why are my eyes dripping tears?
I've never cared for emotion,
I dislike the very notion;
So please, offer me a solution.
Why does the thought of her name,
Brings to me so very much pain?
This isn't the real me, this is insane.
The man in the mirror that I see,
Is but a shadow of his former glory.
I want to reach into the mirror,
Rip out his heart and squeeze until it explodes,
Beat his head with a bat until his skull implodes,
Then break him apart limb by limb.
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Yeah, yeah, the last stanza wasn't remotely rhyming, so shoot me ;p
Go Kwok. =D
Oh wait...shoot you, you say? *shoots to kill!*
Anyhow, I hear the rhythm, even though it beat to a gothic treat, angsty crap amongst itself, but last verse not repeat. Anyhow, not so bad. =)
Dracos