The brain the brain, always the brain
What does it mean?
How do you train?
Kill it with cold?
Kill it with fire?
Both wouldn't work
Both would expire
As I watch her sink low,
Thought to be dead
I bury her deep,
Wishing they had me instead
I hope beyond hope
She doesn't return
For if she does
It will prove the world will burn
From the fiery depths of hell
They rise up and devour
Our flesh and our hope
And in our last hour
We use what we have,
Guns, swords, and fists
Remember sonny boy,
You had better not miss
Nothing will kill them
Naught but a blow to the head
And of you don't believe me
Well then you're most pro
One day, in the season of fruitfall, the time came… I felt two rough, dirty hands snap off the connection with my parent, and heave me up into an odd steel bucket, with a wheel on the bottom. It was a bouncy ride, making my insides feel even more stringy than usual. I remember how the breeze blew past my stalk, how the sun beat warm against my skin, and how these hands hummed some catchy tune. Those were my last moments outside before I met it, that terrible, cutting instrument… then I faded into an unconscious state.
I awoke to the brilliance of the carving knife being lowered towards my skin with slow, deliberate movements. I felt the knif
Sleeplessness
As I lay awake at night
As sleep eludes me
As I stare up
As my eyes continue to blink
As I try to relax
As I try to keep still
As I try to keep warm
As the clouds slowly drift by
As the moon moves higher in the sky
As the stars twinkle
As the bats flit by
I wonder
The brain the brain, always the brain
What does it mean?
How do you train?
Kill it with cold?
Kill it with fire?
Both wouldn't work
Both would expire
As I watch her sink low,
Thought to be dead
I bury her deep,
Wishing they had me instead
I hope beyond hope
She doesn't return
For if she does
It will prove the world will burn
From the fiery depths of hell
They rise up and devour
Our flesh and our hope
And in our last hour
We use what we have,
Guns, swords, and fists
Remember sonny boy,
You had better not miss
Nothing will kill them
Naught but a blow to the head
And of you don't believe me
Well then you're most pro
One day, in the season of fruitfall, the time came… I felt two rough, dirty hands snap off the connection with my parent, and heave me up into an odd steel bucket, with a wheel on the bottom. It was a bouncy ride, making my insides feel even more stringy than usual. I remember how the breeze blew past my stalk, how the sun beat warm against my skin, and how these hands hummed some catchy tune. Those were my last moments outside before I met it, that terrible, cutting instrument… then I faded into an unconscious state.
I awoke to the brilliance of the carving knife being lowered towards my skin with slow, deliberate movements. I felt the knif
Quotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Fabulous
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the m