Thunder Plays Good Music.

I hear the thunder storms singing,
It’s beautiful as the music that’s playing,
I personally let them sing in the morning,
So when we break apart I won’t sink.

I lied, I’m sinking.

Late night I watch horror movies,
She grabs hold of whatever she sees,
Anything she can hold on to; TV’s and cooshies,
So Sayang, are you still holding on to those woosies?

I hope not.

For what ever reasons that is, I told you;
Never ever once you cross my limit,
Now that you have; I see you vomit,
Vomiting bloods of sadness and guilt.

You don’t deserve that, I should.

I told Parker and Cameron,
Don’t leave me here alone,
They didn’t but instead; them mourn along,
But only for a few moments,
Because, they also have to go back home.

Thank you, treasured friends.

You see, every fucking time you touch me,
I will surely quiver and my fears could create a sea,
I can’t see but I still walk across the river with sympathy,
It’s all I have to give and to take from others; I know you could see it.

Don’t pretend that we are happy at times we know we’re not.

They wrote me a letter to cheer me up; I burned it,
I wrote back to them saying I’m going to kill my self; in blood ink,
The spiders came and put up webs all over to stop me sink,
They, our friends are the ones who called the spiders, thank you for saving me.

I don’t know how to show gratitude to them, I’m a shame of myself.

To self, I speak quietly with anger,
Telling self, to be calm and cheerful,
But that wont happen, trust me, not in hell,
And so, all of you saw it, such sinister smile ever carved on my face.

I tried, I really did.

I heard thunder singing again,
It was loud as if they we're playing,
With wondrous joy they did,
Happily they ran away without bothering.

Exquisite, they all are.

But sad I am to know that,
This is where it all ends,
No signs and no sounds,
but just a hunch of, heart breaking stories of Neverland

I’m sad that you’ve crossed it,
I’m sad that you killed “us”,
I’m sad that I laugh when I actually cry inside,
I’m sad that I listen to ballets songs,
I’m sad that I let it out to my friends; and I’m sorry for that,
I’m sad that I shiver when I look in the mirror; because I see you,
I’m sad that I could again; see sadness in songs I actually enjoy,
I’m sad that sad movies make me sick,
I’m sad that I tremble upon goodness towards people,
I’m sad that progressive music is so emotive; but I still enjoy it,
I’m sad that I write this piece of junk; it’s making me sick,
I’m sad to see myself being like this; it’s such pity,
I’m sad that my Late Night Request is not on - air anymore.