White noise
Theta was here, he was petrified in horror as he stared, he watched a man tune a chord and ask for his chair. He didn’t know the man was going to make him deaf with static
- Graceful and silent with nothing but powerful static
Turning the most charismatic into depressed fanatics
- Why must life be this way filled with so many downs
For these people are fragile and on their wrists they go to town
- These angels are stripped from their halo and wings
For they have lost hope on man and this world and everything
- So please talk to them before they start tuning chords
Because at times they are glum and from life they get bored
- So please before they finish taking their last breaths
For they will fill the air with the static of death
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As always feedback is welcome, Have a great day or evening. -Theta Ps: Love every minute of life and be nice to people we don't know what others are going through give a smile or two because that person you smile at might be wanting to commit suicide we need to show people that life is worth living
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