The Prose Wall

[Pyro]

For prose. :'D

[Prose]-- spoken or written language as in ordinary usage, distinguished from poetry by its lack of a marked metrical structure

[Pyro]

Hate is a thing thrown around easily, too easily. So easily it rolls off the tongue, off your tongue, like a slick, greasy, roll-y thing. Poison words that cut through armor and your toughest shields. Horrible words that shouldn’t be said, that you are too ignorant not to say. You hate it because it is Popular. You hate it because you think that makes you Cool. You hate it because you hate it and think no other reason need be supplied. Why not hate the hateful thing, the devil’s trap, the vengeful song…why not hate Hate

[Slug]

The Madness

There's that look on your face again-- the look of an animal that can't quite reach through the bars of its cage.

Then we blink, and all that's left is my reflection in the mirror.

[Slug]

Calling Coyote

Cry for me when I die, because we all know... we all know that no one else will do it. Give me something worth enough to remind me that I was never alone. To know that even as I walk through the valley of the forgotten with my shadow as my only companion, that for a moment, you cared.

I just... I just need to know that you cared enough to cry.

[madehereusa]

Made The Broken.

When is one truly broken?
When their love loves them no more?
Or when they are tattered and torn and have not the will to heal?
No, I am truly broken.
I am the one who has no will to live.
I have am the ones who's strings that hold them to sanity are long past broken.
I am tired. I am torn.
My life is ready to be over in my mind.
In my mind, I am wonderful, a great artist, and a blood thirsty creature who deserves not to live in this world of normies.
But who is I? The one with the broken mind and will?
I am Made.
Tired, torn, kind, artistic, blood thirsty.
I am me.