uselessly devouring emotion.
Attempting to compose,
just to gain some devotion.
Fallacious knowledge going around
hoping to become
Gathered by insecure society,
but where'd it originate from?
Saying anything with no thought,
unknowing and blind to see,
It's getting nowhere,
only here... inside, hurting me.
Forcing me to return
to my melancholy situation.
Postponing my only bliss,
upon tormenting suffocation.
Deceive me further more,
nothing will be in return.
I have one fact to say:
contributors will burn.
~Emily Adams
I tell the truth.
Blue: Oh what a lie.
Sarah: Alright. Answer yes or no
Would he tell me that this door leads to the castle?
Red: Uh... yes?
Sarah: Then the other door leads to the castle..."
-Jim Henson