ITSNOTASPOON

It’s 0100 in the local time. It’s the midst of February. The cold dark night has naught to provide except the empty whisper of the wind. I spend yet another night in deep seeded worry. The unforgiving lemons of which life has given me have put me in a constant state of two opposites which fight an unending battle to display the unadulterated emotion of the vast spectrum which they lay upon. Life is a strange mistress, grasping fate into her cold grasp to deal pain and pleasure seemingly at random, which unfortunately leads us to the predicament I find myself in this peaceful February night. Being dealt both pain and pleasure which

Wake up. It's time. They're back again. Screaming, Shouting, Is it all worth it? I came to serve, But I was met with bloodshed. The innocence of the past blown away by the cold heart of the present. Is it worth it? Former friends fight against us, Former enemies with us, How long this will last is known to none. It feels like a dream, A haze that will pass, Like I'll be woken up o the sweet smell of home, Is it all worth it? I've watched them fall, one by one until the last scream dies, They keep fighting, We keep killing, But is it all worth it? My mind has become a blur, What's real and what's not, I can no longer tell. Part of me wishes

It's spring, Birds are singing, Crickets are chirping, And flowers are blooming. There is a flower in the middle of a patch, It bloomed suddenly, And swiftly, And was all sorts of beautiful colors, It was awe inspiring. The beauty of this flower was so immense that not a single word could be used to describe it, This flower bloomed and stayed that way throughout the summer and winter. Then, Spring came, Birds were singing, Crickets were chirping, And the flower, Was dying. It happened slowly, Causing pain to itself, It slowly wilted, Killing itself from the inside, Until it split in half. The flower was gone. Beauty turned to beast, Purity