"im not crazy"
he says as the rain runs down his face,
wondering how he became so different
from the human race.
disgrunteled thoughts eat at him,
as he slowly fades away.
back into the shadows
were he is shunned to stay.
crys for help and ignorance
wishing he was dead.
"am i different from the world?"
"or is it all in my head?"
he wonders why he cannot sleep
noctournal as the night
look away
he has no will to fight
What awaits
death
2 comments:
Joker Rose, is the man with the master plan.
Keep going with your stuff kid.
Nice i like the rhyme scheme on this one.
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