How did it happen? When did it happen?
The screams, the blood, the pain,
Why did you do it?
Didn't you know?
My arms are still dirty, though the blood is now dry,
I hear not their speeches, I feel not their eyes,
Apologies, comforts, meaningless drivel.
They stand in the way of the door that hides you.
Footsteps, a murmur, a part in the group,
A blood-covered apron, gloves not removed,
I can't see their mouths, but they're frowning, I know,
Their eyes stare at me with a pitying glow.
"Sorry," they say, "There's no more we can do."
How can that be, and why say it to me?
They should have said 'sorry' to you.















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... I gotta wonder though. How the heck did they survive long enough to get Isis' burninated self to the hospital? Hahaha. Aahh... Arpee. Good times.
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it will make all your insides flop out!
...Seeing as it's not an arpee situation, I don't /have/ to come up with a rational explanation! HAHA XD
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And still awesome XDDDD These two are never going to catch a break are they? ..Or any of the others.
Woe is life. XD
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"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
I do like the poem. I like how it rhymes. I seriously want to start writing songs, but I pretty much think I suck at everything I do, so it doesn't go to well when I try.
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Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind," said Dr. Seuss
..And no, no that's not very likely XD Come on, what do you expect?
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Hmm, well, you could start off with a single line and then just build on it over days or whatever X3 The last stanza in this rotted in my writing file for weeks
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