"I have a voice, I make a sound, I will be heard, I will be loud. Listen to my shouts of war, like you've never heard them before. Remaining deep in the worlds of old, skin becoming ever so cold. Something lost inside my soul, Comin' to surface, 'cause I am Bold. No one to tell me what to do or say. No one to tell me how to spend my day. Flowers, roses, tulips, violets. Remnants somewhere deep inside us. We can't help but be heard, our silence is roaring, causing constant disturbance. And something tells me that no matter how far you see, one thing, you'll never see comin', is me. You see all over the globe, millions of miles, but you can't see me, giving you a Chelsea Smile. Shaky hands holding a knife tight, pressed to your lips, are mine. Deep, passionate kiss, just before I uproar with silence. something alone, something bold. Something warm, something cold. Love me. Hate me. But, please.. Just look at me, for i will not be ignored." I will not be ignored- by DeathWaltz Roxas
I know but it is an inuendo, it is so obvios that you are talking about the shouts of war, "Listen to my shouts of war, like you've never heard them before" even if you take them out, people will still realize that you are still talking about your shouts, but they will put the peices together.....hopefully.......
Thanks. I wrote it last night, on the laptop, after you passed out for the first time. i was listening to Hands Held High by Linkin Park.. that's how I kinda got the rhythm to the poem.
