║ ninth stanza ║ voice

[mumbled_truth]

[hand-written / off network; this poem has been deemed a failure, crumpled up and thrown in the garbage]

Clawing at our cages cage?
We rattle the locks

We claw at the cage

Rattling our locks
We claw at the cage
Railing against control
Lashing out We cry out in rage
That which The City

Rattling our locks
As we claw at the cage
We rail and we cry
All the while on stage

Eyes yet unknown witness
Our lives in this place
Beyond the Deities
Do they Here and gone without trace





I can't work with rhymes at all

[After the comment, there is a small, angry dash of ink on the paper, a mark made in a moment of frustration. After this, there is no more written on the abused and rejected paper.]

[Voice Post]

It was a little odd having people know so much about me, but... that wasn't such a bad curse. Aside from how crowded it was, of course.

And... I hope some of you got a chance to see people you wanted to, even if it was just a day.

[Filtered to Deities / Unhackable]

Excuse me? I'm... I'm sorry to bother you again, I just... I've been thinking about the deal, for Neil's life? I think... I might want to do it.

Comments

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

You get used to it after awhile.

No, this time I knew better to hide.

[mumbled_truth]

I guess you sort of have to...

That seems like a good move. I'm usually great at hiding from people, I just didn't realize they'd be all over the Network, too.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

They're mostly on the network.

And you might need a padlock for your house, if you plan on hiding there.

[mumbled_truth]

Well, it's certainly noted.

I'll make sure to be prepared for the next time. At least most of them weren't too harmful.