Cerulean-Eyes

Live and prosper's what they said What they whispered in your head But even on your tipsy heels You could run to your silver wheel So you did, you did Pretty girl, embrace the day Now everything can go your way Of course you never seem to want to go Much farther than you may. Now keep running, for the time Is just simply on your side Run in your hand-tailored dress Is it time yet to confess? Of course not, of course you have An eternity to laugh. Could it be the leaves will change soon? No, those leaves are damned, they'll rot That may be true, but perhaps not Your world is one of breathtaking tricks That you worked on har

See the smiling children there Who jump down right off the tree and laugh "Don't they know that they could Break their little heads in half?" (Oh those naughty little children.) I hear that whisper inside the breeze "Oh, it's a horrible day, it is, today With the lullaby of a dying chorus Protecting those filthy dreamers, I say," (Well then how dare they.) Try her again Come try her again Try her again. Oh please dear, can't you stop? Can't you Can't you control at all that venom Colored black and gray and blue Against a rainbow of pathetic happy hues Can't you see what you're doing, I shout Can't you stop these deadly disas

A single book sits on the shelf, alone. No one gives a glance—           It never had a chance— No one's ever known. It lies there, collecting dust. Its story stays unread,           Its luster never said, Its captivating magic shushed. On the other side of the dark room Is a flashing screen—           Bright neon green— A world within itself consumed. And there sits a single figure, His youthful face creased           With a painful, dead peace. Everything else will stay obscured. The only sounds are high-pitched beeps As his eyes stay glazed upon the screen,           His jumping hands reflecting green. His dreams and sou