What have we done?Break the time, break the tide, everything has gone awry!March the army, topple the walls, our dynasty falls!What have we done?Hear my voice, heed my call, the irony of it all!Twist my words, denote my soul, you throw ember coal. What have i done?Raise the dead, praise the sun, all manner of things can be done!Fuck the rules, run around, hell train bound. What have we done?Can we not help them? These children we burn on whim?Raise the gas, pour it down, the flames renown!What have i done?What have i done to you?What have you done to me?Why havent the flames consumed us?
Short poemSometimes i wonder, why cant you see me? Am i merely good at what i do? Or.. Am i just not worth the recognition?It is not noticed when im missing, no one presses the question. Its like i was never gone at all or never was really there in the first place. I can hear your voices and you are right behind me. You dont see me until youre stepping on my shoes. I really wonder sometimes whats wrong. I ponder my sanity waiting here for the call of release. Its too bad it isnt real emancipation, only a temporary respite from the coldness i feel. Sometimes i wonder if you care. Do your questions hold any authentic concern, or ar