Well Following My New Method Of Dealing With Things...
Just Bottling Up Inside And Then Letting Them Out As Seemingly Senseless Rhymes...
Here's Another Something From Me...
His grin just gives it all away,
His special grin, it makes me sway,
Towards his path and thoughts of things,
Towards the blood, the pain he brings.
His eyes are more than dots of black,
They’re pools of death, and they attack.
Against his will I cannot go,
For doing that, it seems so wrong,
So when he sings of evil deeds,
All I can do is sing along.
All I can do is sing along...
Would Love Your Words On It...
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2 comments:
Aakash, this is fantastic. The fantastic metre/rhyme thing is working in your favour again, and the content is sufficiently abstract while at the same time weirdly concrete for it all to work perfectly. The last stanza is probably my favourite. :)
Faux-mush and an unlikely ending... I like!
Refreshing, actually.
The repetition of the line was brilliant; it kind of concretes the point you were trying to make :)
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