Post by sarah54321 on Mar 4, 2015 17:53:57 GMT
Again, today, I must hide away from sun.
Sometimes I wonder why I just go on and run.
Maybe if I let myself burn away,
Maybe these glares would go astray.
I found a friend, a loner so to speak.
It was amazing, they were just like me.
If I were to ask them to change just for me?
Would laugh, would they run? What will the answer be...
"I don't mind at all. The night is still young, right?
So let's be friends."
That's what you said to me. Before you leave.
So when I invited you into the dark, your blood left you so stark.
Why won't you wake up? Why won't you get up? Don't leave me, I miss you already!
If this is the curse of being me. Then maybe I, too, should leave.
Say goodbye to you, say goodbye to me.
It's too sad, I think.
At least that's what I saw. Until you re-awoke.
So then you smiled. And then spoke.
---
We met another friend, who was much more normal.
My friend, who was a sun-walker, said hello to them.
"What are you like? What you up to?"
They put up a smile, and talked happily to us.
Then, at night, my sun-walking friend had said,
"Let us dye them all, let them become red."
They were lonely, I soon found out.
I couldn't let them be sad, so I didn't shout.
The next day, we found, this school full of children.
They looked so happy.
"Hey, let's have them join us tonight!"
So when we talked and laughed and played,
We let them walk right into the bait.
"Hey, it'll be alright.
Please, don't put up a fight.
We want you here, please listen, dear."
I don't want them to be so sad.
This truly isn't at all bad.
So please don't cry, so please don't lie.
I'll stay right here.
I'll pray to the sky.
I'll pray upon those up high.
So, then I beg now,
Please Rise.
---
I noticed, then, during the final page.
All of the blood, all of the rage.
Was this right all along?
They look so sad to be so gone.
"Please don't be sad" I begged of them.
"Please smile for me" I asked of them.
I'm a monster, but please, just be happy.
When we left the school that night.
We fulfilled our original plight.
So many friends. So many ends.
I felt so nice, and yet despite-
I look back at the bleeding school,
I wonder, then, if I was a fool.
My friend held my hand, smiled back at me.
"You aren't, so it's fine."
I felt relieved, right then.
It's okay to smile, then.
So I put on a sharp grin,
And left the night.