It's easy to ignore the light
When you pretend to only love the night;
You waste the sun's creativity
If you feign pride in midnight's mediocrity;
It's not that you work better in the dark,
Rather it's just easier to see a spark
But if your only light is your own
It'll never burn long enough to finish your tome
You don't have to look for the light
if you pretend you only love the night;
You don't need to nurture creativity
if you feign pride in mediocrity;
You don't have to admit how afraid you are
if you lie in the dark
You don't have to look for the light
if you pretend you only love the night;
You don't need to nurture creativity
if you feign pride in mediocrity;
But most importantly you don't need to hide your pathetic cries
As you cower in your puddle of fear
if you lie in the dark
But most importantly when they hear
The pathetic cries echo down halls so stark
They won't see you cower in your puddle of fear
But most importantly when you hear
Demons' shrieks and cerberus' bark
You can deny your puddle of fear
if you lie in the dark
A raging furnace, but now so cold
In life you led, but now you’re told;
Opal obelisk oppresses opportunity
The sterile silence suffocates serenity
A cruel curse corrupts creativity
Molested morals motivates mediocrity
He crushes your creativity
He steals your Serenity
He motivates your mediocrity;
How different my life had I held on to her hand:
She a nurse; a lab under my command
Golden child now a grown man
With a golden child of their own
Living in their sparkling golden home
When she left she stole my light
My gold turned to pirite
It’s a strange sensation
Looking at me now
After remembering the me with her
An elite engineer, then
A druggy dropout who threw away the gift wrapped future
But created his own from the scraps
One I can be proud of
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Maybe she is deadly allergic
To fairy dust
Maybe it’s serotoninergic
To make a fuss
Sardonic
You give in and clean up the mess
She was the kind a girl who could
Lecture for hours on complaints about a mess
Mary is one of those girls who
That uses more words to describe the mess then there are
uses more words
To complain about the mess than
There are bits of dust
Many use more words
to complain about a mess
than there is dust in the pan
after you’ve swept it all up.
Maybe they’re complaining
about fairy dust.
Or maybe just making up
a reason to fuss
They claim they’ve tried everything and more, A drop of real rain is all it takes to remind you of reality
How aware (are you|you are)
Of our story so far
I Am looking down below
From a top this plateau
I see us walking into the sun
I see us two becoming one
But that’s not us, for
We just now unlocked the door
But I Am certain I’ve The Truth
How aware (are you|you are)
Of our story so far
I Am looking down below
From atop this sheer plateau
I see us walking into the sun
I see us two becoming one
But that cannot be us, for
We only just unlocked the door
I asked the king’s grandmother, Ruth;
She assured me that I’ve seen The Truth
She used far more words than
Dirt in the dustpan
Mary mumbles many words about
her living room landfill, except
Than
Than ends dust in the pan
After it’s been swept
Maybe she’s allergic
To the fairy dust
Or maybe she’s demiurgic
When making a fuss
Maybe she is allergic
To fairy dust
Or serotoninergic
To make a fuss
Maybe she is deadly allergic
To fairy dust
Or maybe it’s serotoninergic
To make a fuss
They claim they’ve tried everything and more, A drop of real rain is all it takes to remind you of reality
♡Sugar☆World☮ 