RaizShock

How strange it is that the green I see is not the green I'll see, That the world around me is a world that will soon cease to be, Seconds same as seconds, but ticks will take their toll, What was today will be a day that won't be evermore.

Chunks of glass, At high velocities, Aglow in flaming blue, Crashing, colliding, Clacking, compounding, From the flash, dots in black, a yellow glow, blue and green in orbit.

How strange it is that the green I see is not the green I'll see, That the world around me is a world that will soon cease to be, Seconds same as seconds, but ticks will take their toll, What was today will be a day that won't be evermore.

I sit upon the snow-topp'd hill, waiting for the non-existent dawn

Everywhere, shadows sleep, their hands, to you, 'lways outreached, offering to shoulder half, and then to carry you to black. A single moment they await, from fear or worry, a weakened state for them to grasp you in their claws and tear your hope, expose your flaws The shadows shall impose their might and tell you -- what they think is right. Eclipse your thoughts and keep them dark, reminding you, of your scars. Eventually, you will see how foolish you have truly been and feel, once more, the warm sunlight and know your heart was always right. This epsiode of doubt and fear, From your memory, shall disappear But caution

How strange it is that the green I see is not the green I'll see, That the world around me is a world that will soon cease to be, Seconds same as seconds, but ticks will take their toll, What was today will be a day that won't be evermore.

This is supposed to Be a poem about a cat lady. But I can't write now.