MightyChicken

The royal and wealthy leave the poor to beg on their knees, as they fall, fall touch the solid ground and shatter into a billion pieces. The  knights cower in fear, nothing but forced to obey the king. If he does not obey, he shall stumble and fall just like those of lower standards.Things aren’t always as they seem. Fairytales really exist, actually we’re living in a fairytale. Although fairytales are not 100% positive, what you don’t see is what counts the most. A princess, castles, kings and queens, living a dream life is only a small fraction of the story. The beggars and thieves are thriving to stay alive, they are all sla

A piece of parchment drifts down the local stream as the rain pours heavily against its tender spine. Although it felt as if all the worlds spite was resting on this damp flimsy parchment. It wasn’t. All of the brutal affects of the world’s spite, all of the global, forever lasting unsolved problems remain as tares and stains which this note has grown to live with. What the world lacks to notice is that this note will eventually hold all the answers. While God thinks that the rain will help fade the ink, remove the stains and bond the tears. When in reality he’s creating water marks while causing the paper to deteriorate into t

I stare into your eyes furious filled with hate as that spark burns out and all that is left are ashes so what if I never view the world from your prospective again is your punishment a deterrent meant for hiding the truth from me a little voice of a devious minion haunting me in my dreams is your false implication that this world is filled with love this world is corrupt and filled with inequities I dream of the day when I shall escape from this planet Do they feel sorrow for the man with the mental infirmity? When "They" were the ones who classified him that way in the first place and caused him such sorrow f

I don't know why I must waste my days away torn into tears losing my mind bleeding until I fall past The Locked Coffin Door So that I can continue my Suffering Down there take my lost morals take my brocket soul And my contaminated mind for you shall never see this face again As I imagine myself opening the window And diving out Through bitter wind Till I hit And fall past the Cemetery ground Where my gravestone lies I sink down beneath the ground Into my coffin where I rest Forever more