A emotion of nostalgia that doesn't exist.
You lost it some way and you don't know how. This is you and you don't know him.
It's in your past, parallel worlds, maybe in
a different form. But now, there is nothing.
I feel sad so I'm going to try and write a deep, edgelord poem to share my pain
Ahem
I feel sad
Not very glad
I feel bad
Just a tad
...
I mean that could be in books and shit
He hears the heavens as they call
A revelation just received
He is the killer in the wall
Every day he must repeat
Until the cycle finally breaks
Killing all the enemies
Murdering all his mistakes
Love is the disease
It spreads after the killer wakes
KILLER IN THE WALL
The ocean in the sink is still
No movement at all
It’s always calm before the kill
I hear it coming through the wall
Red droplets splatter the surface
Taint the ocean as they fall
The oceans waves now start to shift
As the red droplets start to crawl
Locked in the center of the storm
The green eyes just disappear
A cloth soaked in chloroform
Then again I was never here
The blood red ocean starts to plunge
A metallic taste in the mouth
The silver teeth chew on the gun
Awhile you shoot the demon out
Now green eyes can see
Eat me alive, tear me apart. Do what you can, but I will remain. Deep within I cannot break, because you cannot break what is change, I am adaptation, I am form without form, within a place of order, within a place of chaos.