</>How much blood must be spilled
For us to open our eyes?
How many people must scream
For us to listen?
...
</>my last goodbye to you...
i thought it would be more grand
i thought, perhaps
that the perfect verse
...
Tonight, as you lay dying
I’ll finally tell the truth
I always tried to give you
The love you never gave me
...
Despite how hard I try
Even when I do just as you say
Even when everyone else says it’s fine
You always say I should’ve done better
...
Tonight I’m dreaming in red
And it seems I’m surrounded by roses
It’s soft, and comforting
Despite the color’s intensity
...
Hands tied in white ribbon
Pressed together, as in prayer
And perhaps it is
A cross hangs from those hands as well
...
Oh dear God what did we do
What have we become
Why were we so stupid
Why did we listened to them
...
Running races bright and early
Going ‘round in circles
Endlessly, and it feels like insanity
As tears fall down the faces
...
I do not see
But I realize that you stare at me
That you look into my eyes
But don’t you know that they are clouded?
...
It’s almost easy
To say that I’m not afraid
To scream it from the mountaintops
To stand tall, to fight
...
Delicate, the words flow
Freely from an open mind
Onto paper, scrawled writing
Ideas flooding the page
...
Tonight we will fly
Through the skies
That look more red than flame
We feel so damned
...
He knows they worry about him
But really he just doesn’t care anymore
Doesn’t care about the scared looks
That they show when they speak
...
</>Hands reach out
And hold too tight
But it’s comfort
It’s what is needed
...
When all are persecuted
What’s the point of good and bad
For all are guilty, all are wrong
...
I have two eyes,
Two ears,
A nose, and a mouth
And I use them all to the best of my ability
...
In this world we live in
Darkness and hate seem to reign
Over light and kindness
And friends turn against each other
...
A perfect world
In a perfect dream
Away, so far away
From the rest of the world
...
Hey everyone! My name is Frances, but most of the time I do go by Fae or, as some of my closer friends like calling me, Poppet (or Francie-Chan, or Francle-Chan, but I'd rather you avoid those) . I'm generally quiet, and not exactly what most would call social, but I'm happy and I figure that that's all that matters. I love writing, and I'd also love to ask for criticism from the more experienced members of this site. Also, please don't try to start fights with me over my beliefs, because I generally live by the saying each to his own, and I feel that others should too. Honestly, I'm always up for a good debate, but don't be rude. Finally, there are going to be a lot of times when I don't post anything, and am not active here at all, so don't be upset or offended if you send me something and I don't look at it or reply for a while. Thanks!)
Sight, Sound, Touch, Taste, Smell
</>How much blood must be spilled
For us to open our eyes?
How many people must scream
For us to listen?
How many scars must be made
For us to feel the damaged skin?
How much water must we be unable to drink
For us to taste the dust?
How many people must die
For us to smell the decay?
How many times must the world be killed
For us to finally pay attention?