Genos_The_Pom

There once was a town,

Or well, a place

Where children danced and played games like people in another place.

They ran jumped and hide and laughed 

Well for some who were there. 

A glossy face

To cover disgrace 

Sometimes even with events

Sometimes leaves a bigger dent

I don’t need it

And neither should you

Because even with it

You’ll see right through 

Death is a purple cake,

It’s icing as smooth as a freshly painted wall,

Lucious as dreams 

It’s taste as skyscrapers are tall

Death is a dog,

Fur like a cloud,

At noon i knew it was not right

Once filled with hope and love and light

The blackened pavement of my street

Now has nothing to see in sight

Without toys it wasn’t complete 

A hundred words is a lot 

A hundred degrees is very hot

When you rob hundred dollars from a bank, you get caught

When you go a hundred miles into space you have become an astronaut 

The blank walls shine like the ones at a pearly bank

The floors on wood where so much has withstood

I down the halls I take a chance and glance

Even though we couldn’t stand it any longer, it has made me stronger