Marked Life
In my story there are people called the marked which are the main characters, and the markings, since they were the cause of getting them marked. Every marked kind of goes through the same thing. Hence the poem.
Marked Life
Brought into this place
Our life they did steal
Just a big chase
If any of this is real
The works of clock break
Don’t want to be here
A soul they did take
Frightened from our fear
Life doesn’t last so long
As if never there
The falling boy song
Does anybody even care?
Saying bye to another
As we fight for our life
Forgotten by the other
Holding onto our strife
And the death key is good
Infinite we must find
Not like they should
Marked aren’t really kind
We are lost from our lives
Trapped inside
And marking still strives
The blue is not the tide
I am involved with Fate
With nothing left behind
Hope for the spectrum gate
And willingly we find
We are no good now
She I found
Everyone begins to bow
When we hear Piano’s sound
Now that I know
Life will go on
Markings will never go
I will go on
No longer at the top
The spectrum that flies
No one could stop
The one who dies?
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