Sixty feet under
Buried in the ground
Your world is torn asunder
But you can't make a sound
Sixty feet below
No one hears you scream
Not even a bellow
But you're bursting at the seams
Sixty feet beneath
You lose thought of life
You can't even breathe
The bitter cold, a knife
Sixty feet of soil
Piled up over you
Sixty feet of toil
Is all you've got to lose
Sixty breaths in a minute
Is all the earth can offer
Soon you'll reach the limit
And feel yourself suffer
Sixty years left for you
Sixty years of false hope
Sixty thousand things to do
Sixty feet, seen through a telescope...
Is this what it feels like?
To be alone, to be in fear?
With your possesions held so tight
Will you cry a painful tear?
Is it meant to feel this way?
To be kept in the dark, in the cold?
Remembering that fateful day
Has the truth been told?
Am I really a mile so far
From all my hopes and dreams?
Or will I forever remember my scar
And watch ambitions disappear like steam?
Is there no hope for someone like me
No way of turning back time?
Thinking of all the possibilities
That could've, should've been mine?
Is there a probability, any slight chance
That i'd be normal again?
Or will I be held in this trance
Lost forever, drowne
Why don't we, you and I
Play a game of reversi
A game with no draws, no tie
Come try, try to daunt me
Turn by turn, the peices flip
Eight by eight we go
Don't let your mind slip; don't lose your grip
Black or white; who knows?
So many possibilities
To earn you the glory
Each and every piece
Tells a special story
I've got all the corners
Now, you can't hide
I've got all the borders
Can you turn the tide?
One square remains now
The tension; the horror
We each raise a brow
Like scarecrows on paper
With one swift motion
The board is finally full
But the challenge has just begun
... I merely beat a fool
Why don't we, you and I
Play a game of reversi
A game with no draws, no tie
Come try, try to daunt me
Turn by turn, the peices flip
Eight by eight we go
Don't let your mind slip; don't lose your grip
Black or white; who knows?
So many possibilities
To earn you the glory
Each and every piece
Tells a special story
I've got all the corners
Now, you can't hide
I've got all the borders
Can you turn the tide?
One square remains now
The tension; the horror
We each raise a brow
Like scarecrows on paper
With one swift motion
The board is finally full
But the challenge has just begun
... I merely beat a fool
Is this what it feels like?
To be alone, to be in fear?
With your possesions held so tight
Will you cry a painful tear?
Is it meant to feel this way?
To be kept in the dark, in the cold?
Remembering that fateful day
Has the truth been told?
Am I really a mile so far
From all my hopes and dreams?
Or will I forever remember my scar
And watch ambitions disappear like steam?
Is there no hope for someone like me
No way of turning back time?
Thinking of all the possibilities
That could've, should've been mine?
Is there a probability, any slight chance
That i'd be normal again?
Or will I be held in this trance
Lost forever, drowne
Sixty feet under
Buried in the ground
Your world is torn asunder
But you can't make a sound
Sixty feet below
No one hears you scream
Not even a bellow
But you're bursting at the seams
Sixty feet beneath
You lose thought of life
You can't even breathe
The bitter cold, a knife
Sixty feet of soil
Piled up over you
Sixty feet of toil
Is all you've got to lose
Sixty breaths in a minute
Is all the earth can offer
Soon you'll reach the limit
And feel yourself suffer
Sixty years left for you
Sixty years of false hope
Sixty thousand things to do
Sixty feet, seen through a telescope...
From now on, my dA will be more of a (very) personal scrapbook than, well, anything significant really.
I hope you understand every little bit of magic that goes into each rare update!
So i've been in the poetic mood lately.
My Illustrator has *poof-ed* so no more Illus stuff for now, sadly. ):
My dA has become ghost town.
Poems, anyone? (: