The Cassandra Complex

The Cassandra Complex

It’s getting light outside
And the cold stops this shivering sight
The lines on your face
They glisten and they crystallize
Heathens, they cry
I whisper only too God why?
And you’ll just sit there and die
Because now they’ve got you inside
And they’ll continue to lie
Because you have already died!

And the more that we try,
These knots that we tie are too tight
The more that we lie,
The bonds that we bind break at night
And if we don’t pry
The **** that we see will not fright

It’s getting dark outside
And the warmth retreats to the night
The lines on your face
They’ve deepened and they’ve crystallized
Heathens, you cry
Why did you take away my light?
And you’ll realize you’ve died
And, no nothing will be alright
But heaven won’t cry
Because we’re truly alone this night!

And the more that we try,
These knots that we tie are too tight
The more that we lie,
The bonds that we bind break at night
And if we don’t pry
The **** that we see will not fright
When the sex has gone dry
There’s nothing left but to fight
And the more we are right
The more we’re alone at night

Aww, she died?
This saddens me.
No more sex??
Oh God kill me now.
j/k

Very good.

So, I've decided to make this thread my general poetry thread that doesn't fit within my song one. Thus,

Our Deaths Will Be Most Appeasing

Our initiative is one that is just
Deaths is what we aim to prevent
Will you not help us?
Be brave, our leader, be righteous!
Most often, you are the one neglecting, ignoring
Appeasing the people seems to be the thing you’re most against

Do you fear us, that we speak the truth?
What will you do to silence our voices?
You will try, and you will fail
Must we explain it to you again?

We are the people, the ones who lead you
Are you not aware we hold your fate in our hands?
The people you protect are the guards at your doorstep
Forgotten though we are through history

You will never learn, you will never succeed
The power will not last; history proves thus
Leviathan shall collapse upon his own weight

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This was my attempt at a poem like this (both the style and the subject), so if it seems a little bland, or immature, for lack of a better term, it probably is.

I did enjoy both pieces very much so but maybe you should consider changing the font color of the The Cassandra Complex to something different. While I can read it just fine, it may be hard for someone else to.