Merloc

Foolish child Are you Crying Again? How could you waste So much time Worrying about Where They Are? Ha, ha, ha In the end it's them Laughing at your feeble Attempts At grasping onto some Simple Fabrication Something that would Pull you together again. Yet, like all those times before You fall back on the same Useless Emotions, Falling in love Falling down... How far does the abyss go? How deep does the shadow Looming over your Heart Reach inside of you? We'll just watch Laughing As you struggle Hurry up now, You'll be Left behind... A spot on the wall, Some unsightly Useless Monstrosity In your eternal

The computer screen hums with electricity – hours of work come to a slow close.  It's not done yet, but it will be.  It will be.  So, you pull up two or three screens – it's time to show off.  Who cares if it's midnight; who cares if it's later?  You have to put this up *now*!  So you click your buttons – upload, category, and put it in the gallery – not your scraps, not your WIPs, but your main gallery.  Not because you're against authority, but because that's the only way some people will see it, you know this from experience. The screen shines brightly upon your face, lighting it softly as you wait.  Finally, you can select your piece, pu