Just a random thing I came up with, it sucks. If anyone can suggest changes for improvements(I pray you can), lemme know. Sorry it's so crappy. And cheesy.
... Why am I posting this, anyway?
[align=center]We're strange beings, aren't we?
I guess you could say.
Hearts ripped from our chests,
Flung into the blinding day.
We band together, rebellion may breed
One rising up and leading others away
In the end we die the same
Nothing left of us to make way.
We are nothing, we are not alive
We exist only to ourselves
Expression a mere fantasy
Fleeting hopes escape the shelf.
Some ask of us why we are this way
Unfeeling monsters who steal the night
Let me rip out your heart to show you
That when numbness sets in, anything is right
We follow our own rules
We are the children of the darkness
No one can truly defeat we who creep along
Our nothingness nothing but relentless.
We will return to make the world pay
For treating us in this questionable way
Who killed who is a game of strife
In the end, we will win and no longer be mere lowlife.
When we feel and become who we want to be
We'll see that you who refused to see
Will suffer the same way as we once did
And nothing hiding you, not even your mere eyelid.
Just a random thing I came up with, it sucks. If anyone can suggest changes for improvements(I pray you can), lemme know. Sorry it's so crappy. And cheesy.
... Why am I posting this, anyway?
[align=center]We're strange beings, aren't we?
I guess you could say.
Hearts ripped from our chests,
Flung into the blinding day.
We band together, rebellion may breed
One rising up and leading others away
In the end we die the same
Nothing left of us to make way.
We are nothing, we are not alive
We exist only to ourselves
Expression a mere fantasy
Fleeting hopes escape the shelf.
Some ask of us why we are this way
Unfeeling monsters who steal the night
Let me rip out your heart to show you
That when numbness sets in, anything is right
We follow our own rules
We are the children of the darkness
No one can truly defeat we who creep along
Our nothingness nothing but relentless.
We will return to make the world pay
For treating us in this questionable way
Who killed who is a game of strife
In the end, we will win and no longer be mere lowlife.
When we feel and become who we want to be
We'll see that you who refused to see
Will suffer the same way as we once did
And nothing hiding you, not even your mere eyelid.
So we will carry on
Darkness cannot contain us
We shall be free to exist
No longer weak and forceless.
We're strange beings, aren't we?
I guess you could say.
Hearts ripped from our chests,
Only to return that one day.[/align]