The simphany of a doorbell ringing loud among the people, bowing in concrete shoes,
Only knowing one final sylible that could be used in the stylings of the muse,
Many days turned to nights, with many shiney words,
Armored to the teeth with blood in boiled hues.

Along came the world finally in it's own gracious laughter,
If only it came without the devistation after,
For humanity sprouted upon Earth's very bossom,
Like that would a virus capture it's victum.

As humans grew smarter their destruction grew wider,
As their streets started to shine, with stiriphome glitter.
Soon the forests, and lands were grew to be dieing,
And only a few humans were even sparing a breath to be sighing.

Sadly enough that whisper that was rummored, came after a mighty thunder,
Tearing humanity to aslunder..
For as fast as they came, they left without a word,
Or a world, for which to turn.

Never trust anyone, only your self,
Untill the only one you talk to is the diary on your shelf.
You've been hurt, you've been torn,
Your heart lays tattered, and worn,
Once you were happy, once you lived,
Now you just sit here, wishing for freedom.
Freedom from pain, freedom from living,
But don't you see that your prison is fitting.
You once trusted someone, that played with your emotions,
Now you lay here with nothing, but a motion?
Once to your friends, shooing them away,
Once to the knife, that goes in to play.
You abandoned those you love, saying you are not loved,
Then you die, and watch the tears from above.