It's strange...
the sun rose today.
The birds even sang
but the cards never played
like they did that day.
It's strange...
that today you walked by
no tear in your eye
for the days that I lied
to your face.
It's strange
that I know where I'm going
without even caring
not hoping, despairing
or even sharing.
It's life
that can draw out your sword
with the suicide King
still attached at the seams
and life kills Him once more.
Yes, it's life
without it and in it
I know I have spent it all wrong
and it's gone
but that's life.
Note form the author: Ha! try and interpret that one Zoo and NS! Just know I am very frustrated in many many different ways right now.