Poems by Kait.

Being Fashionably Late Isn't In Style Anymore
Fear spoken through time and time again.
We can't stop running, not even to catch a breath.
There's too many people crowding around.
Disaster strikes as our heart beats die down.
Silence is no more, the ghosts aren't whispering anymore.
Here's the key, the to a thousand secrets be held in me.

Resorting to Necrophilia
Won't anyone ever learn.
We can't buy anymore time.
Our world is being torn apart.
Everyone's a liar, cheater, faker, and hater.
Not one heart beat, just still silence.
Color faded away, never to be seen again.
Nobody want's to lend a hand.
So I wait for the world to end.

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We are the mortal soldiers.
Fighting for the whispers of the ghosts.
Ligting the fire, to burn away our sorrow
And tommorow holds the ashes.
Leading to the cold, dark hearted lies they told us.
They feed on the fear, we hold inside.
They love the tears, we cry.
I'm sick of abiding by all the rules.
That's tearing our world apart.
The tower holding us up is crashing down.

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