He couldn't take it any longer. The insanity of it all was seeping into his mind slowly, each year bringing on another level of pain and torture, self inflicted torture. It's been seven long year since he's been silent. His face veiled in a mask of sunshine and charismatic happiness. His name wasn't of any importance now, he couldn't remember it even if he ever had one...Silence, it's said to be golden but in this special case it was a disease, breaking him from limb to limb. Every possible emotion you could think of was boiling up inside him, waiting to burst in an uncontrollable impulse. Constant, always growing and growing and growing...until...until it happened. The impulse, it happened. In blind fury, he killed them all. He's still killing. It didn't matter to him, life is a punishment that the gods gave them, he thought. All he could do was set them free. Death, as everyone one knows, is the final resting place and his job was to send them there...but still he was always quiet.
you may be a poet, ya' just dont know it! ;D
(i always thought that saying was corny)
A poet? That doesn't look like a poem to me. It's just a random character I just spit out; I'm bored sometimes.
not all poems ryme ;D
Umm...but...umm...yeah, I still don't think what I just did was a poem. It doesn't even look like a poem. Well, I guess I can't argue; I'm not that informed in the art of poetry.
All poems doesn't need to rhime... anywayz.. I like what you have written Mr.Piggylike Ganon... *laughs*
gave me an Idea which i just might present on my own Characters Topic... hmm, yeah, I should do that...