I’m in a closet. I’m not going to lie. Momma always told me not to lie. She said lying was like a pair of half sewn woolen socks. I never really understood what she meant, but I wasn’t going to lie, not even when I am scared witless Like I am now.I killed him. It’s my fault. He died, and now he wants revenge. Okay, so I sound crazy, and maybe I am, but at least my cousin didn’t think so. And, while these thoughts might be somewhat comforting, it doesn’t help me. I am still cowering in a closet, surrounded by my makeshift fort of coats, and my cousin is still out there. I am terrified.
Reason bears forceMirrors call me ReasonBear<da:thumb id="507228269"/>
Dead poets help me fix my hair
Hemingway's ghost is such a prick
My sea saw tales make Melville sick
I ate all Hitchcock's psycho birds
Twice baked Blake with ten dollar words
Plato folds my underwear
Shakespeare's blood is everywhere
Mark Twain's bones were covered in gristle
Poe always has the best fo shizzle
That's JK Rowling nude on stage
Don't get too close to Dante's cage
When bees feed me, they best behave
Or else they join my grammar slaves
Welcome to my stained glass cave
Reason bears force beyond the grave
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What Goes Around Comes AroundLay me down on a bed of coals,
soak my soul in crimson rain.
I’ve washed my hands in the blood of the fallen,
now it’s your turn to do the same.
What goes around comes around,
as the preachers like to say.
Slay a man and lay him dead,
you’re digging your own grave.
Take my sword and watch it burn,
it’s my turn to be slain.
Mount my head upon your wall,
the time has come for me to pay.
A spinning wheel, a thread of yarn,
I’ve woven my tale through stone.
An hourglass, the falling sand,
watch for what will come.
What goes around comes around,
as you’ll understand one day.
Make a spark and start a flame,
you’ll burn your whole world down.
WarWhispers and silence, secrets and lies,
Unwritten letters, cold-blooded eyes.
Rain in the darkness, fire in the sky,
Sharp knives and daggers, fight ‘till you die.
Honor is meaningless, hope is unknown,
Death is for certain, pain lives alone.
Hide in the shadows, kill in the night,
There is no sunshine, there is no light.
Feel nothing but power, leave nothing behind,
The blade is your ally, their blood is your guide.
Fight alone, or die forgotten,
Heartless and pitiful, shamed and in doubt,
Dream no more, or say good-bye,
Live as a warrior, or find a way out.
Broken WhispersWhat is that mist that clouds your eyes, scared child?<da:thumb id="435116014"/>
What is that fear that clutches your heart?
Who broke your spirit, child? Tell me, who tore you apart?
Won't you speak to me? Won't you let me ease your pain?
Won't you let me heal your wounds, so you can begin again?
Don't come near me, leave me alone.
This fear inside me is hard enough to handle,
I don't need your false pity,
that kind smile to make it worse.
I only want to help you, child,
I only want to bring you hope.
I only want to free your spirit,
I only want to guide you home.
Can't you see this war inside me,
breaks me down to the very bones?
Can't you see the light you give me,
blinds me more than helps me see?
I really can't tell you now,
I'm so shattered beyond repair.
I really can't make you hear the whispers,
a violent sound, never heard before.
Calm down, child. Leave the war inside your mind.
Block the light from your vision, but don't leave it far behind.
Don't rush yourself to tell