#swirling performance

[strangeryetstranger]

posting a poem about onea my ocs.... i love my scrunkly little man so much. not my best one but i thought id toss it up as its been a while since i wrote any poem At All. maybe i'll back-post some of my older ones that i still like (same thing with art perhaps)

maybe one day ill get the energy to explain everything going on with this pathetic man but for now you tumblr denizens get no context im so sorry

Its just like before

Sinking into the floor

No garden abound, I am alone,

Lone,

Lone.

Not from lack of effort,

My best, just a symptom

A predator acts of prey,

At the first sign of fear I run away,

Way,

Way.

What Nana doesn't know:

Maybe its for the best,

Best to pretend than lick wounds premature

Lest they fester in mossless rest,

Rest,

Rest.

And they'll tell you an ideal,

But she'll tell you what is real-

And isn't it cruel

That I'm just the fool?

Strung along by niceties,

Thinking friends would see any difference-

A beast is a beast, and that's forever,

Ever,

Ever.

Turn tail,

Turn tail,

Turn tail.

When you find out,

You'll just turn tail and run

It isn't special of you, nor is it that fun

A minor symptom to my growling plight,

Plight,

Plight.

Now away I will ride

With no strays or delays

No one could ever like me for me,

Me,

Me.

I've never had someone before

(It's okay, it's just nature)

I don't need anyone now

(Prey always hides from predators)

Just me, myself and I

(It's instinctual)

Always in the rye

(Not enough rats here to live forever)

But I'll be making it through

(You'll have to eat something larger)

I am all I need to survive,

'Vive,

'Vive.

(Aren't you already hungry?)