#writetiltheend

They always ask me what calms me down It's thunderstorms and hurricanes and volcanoes It's when nature is most angry Spewing all the rage I cannot unleash myself

How dare you defy a queen? Do you know who I am? And what I've done? You have no idea what I can and will become I am not one to be trifled with Are you not afraid yet? Oh, trust me, you will be

You were a vision from God A gift created from Heaven Made of light and stardust The entire galaxy worshipped your eminent being and cried tears of radiant sun beams

you lend someone your heart and there's always one of three things that happen to it i. they take your heart and immediately cast it aside without a single glance. they pretend like they've read it from cover to cover but in all honesty they haven't even seen a single page. they'll never understand you and that's how it goes. that is how it will always be. ii. they take your heart and crush it. your heart has been altered to a broken heap you no longer recognize. pages have been torn and scorched; words have been scratched out and blackened. you regret giving your heart out and vow to never do it again. iii. they take your heart and treasure it, like it's worth more than all the gold in the world. they bandage it and care for it, as if it is their own. you smile and you know. their heart has been broken, but do not let their brokeness let them break others. they treat you differently. not like the others with their hushed whispers and side glances. no, they treat you differently once they see the marks and scars. they see you as a stronger person, a more beautiful being. you love them for it, and for once in your life, something loves you back

I am no longer a robot You can't fill this "pretty little head" with hard-drive lies anymore Those empty promises hold no effect These wires have untangled and finally I am free

Your golden age has just begun, and now you're shining brighter than ever Let your ideas take root and bloom Let your creativity grow wings and fly you to new places For thousands of years, People will sing of the goddess, who could sculpt a muse so perfectly, mortals fell to their knees sobbing

On a clear, starry night I made a wish on a passing star But when I opened my eyes, It was just a plane traveling far (technology is taking over simplicities)

They didn't tell us what it would be like to fall They just cut off our wings and push us off the edge The free-fall wasn't the issue, it was the nearing ground, it was the nearing doom