Writings on the wall,
Now we can't write at all.
The pencil is broken,
Yet we're all still hopin.
Writings on the walls,
Our writing ends up being our downfalls.
The pencil has snaped like our minds,
It made us feel all kinds,
Of joy and pain.
Now we stare out the broken window pane.
Writer of the writing on the wall,
Make your call.
The pencil is shattered,
Like nothing ever mattered.
Yet it all did,
Untill we forbid,
Until we forbid it to.
The writing is faded on the wall,
Like nothing ever mattered at all.
The evolution of the rhyme,
How they all were lost,
For a simple cost.
Time, effort, sweat and tear,
I write for the last time here.
My mind can't take it,
Any more will be cause a reaction to hit.
Too weird to share.
Writing was washed off the wall,
It's like it was never there at all.