Don't think this is a symbol of anything
Don't believe the words in front of you
Don't comprehend anything ever
Just live in a little black void

I don't know,
I just can't

Stick a needle in it
And go fuck yourself

toast, tea, and jelly things
plates, cakes, and chipped teeth
glass, crass, and claustrophobic
legs, tables, and so unstable
tip, tap, and topple

whatever you say dear, I wouldn't want to be right
and, the last time I spoke it ignited a fight
I don't want to remember or want to forget
but most above all, I don't want to regret
with the way I've been feeding the demons inside
it might come to pass that I'll have to decide
will it be worth it if my kingdom does fall,
or should I resign to stay Queen of it all?

The rain should be gone by now
I'll step out on the pavement to breath
The city shivers, and whispers "Goodnight"
There is no new life outside for me
I'm simply attempting to exist, to be
We are barbarians with pitchforks
Nothing or us can stop this change
The streets don't welcome me home
And there is no where to go but away

Not a poem, but a series of WoW (nerdy) thoughts:
1.) I play WoW because my real life sucks. (Sometimes)
2.) People who write songs for video games scare me.
3.) I look forward to leaving work so I can play games.
4.) I spend quality time with my boyfriend killing things.
5.) I take pride when I kill more people in BG than him.
6.) MY MANA IS LOW! (figuratively and literally)

shiver
© 1-04-06 m.m.