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The trees and the air.
That haunts me.
My monsters are there.
out of shadows.
Their hearts pumping ink.
With eyes that can't blink.
Where all born to grow.
And I never know.
in the forest
Where light non arrive.
in the forest.
Where dreams are alive.
Your back not to fail.
Has flown from it's jail.
Neon RainbowAfternoon, I sleep awoken,
with a mess inside my mind.
In a place i'll know forever,
I will never leave behind.
But then cobalts call me, sky.
Life in blossom, firefly.
A smile once appears in me,
In rainbow palette,
With a wondered look,
a small sihouette.
Happiness, a burst of sweetness, joy.
Dash of love, and i am just a boy.
A spectrum, imploding heart,
there's no side to back.
Just need breathe, and be alone,
retrieve the attack.
Beauty at day, shining arc.
Fades out away, It's a dream.
When it's not, during night.
Raises upon neon beam.
Now i am able to see.
Not what is, but what will be.
Dream. and never sleep,
I'll stay awake.
For this is light.
For dawning sake.
ClandestineThe shame of a nation,
the wound of decay.
The scars of opression,
the end of this day.
Upcoming ahead me,
tofollow the past.
Of kingdoms arisen,
my one will be last.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
All your metal gods.
with your people's hand.
we'll ourselves defend.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
Through what you've been living.
Through out all the day.
The night flowing gently.
The cradle. You lay.
What, when your systems fail.
Will you go insane and kill?
What when the gears collide.
Will you disband o-ur will?
FirebreatherYou are not a man,
neither god in deed.
Born coldhearted beast,
painfully, you bleed.
Glows into your soul.
Heats onto your tongue.
Powers to your mind.
Kills where you belong.
Thrown away, you walk,
sharpest of the mile.
Under broken flag,
written down: Exile.
Man of nations, none,
think where did you wrong.
Which law disobeyed.
None, you were too strong.
Fallen the angel,
up demon's the mask.
Take what they live for,
the senses don't ask.
Be the storm they fear,
They will fear your name,
DivideThings haven't told you,
things you're to know.
things coming closer,
I am to go.
Thanks fore the smile,
thanks for those days.
Thank you, for never,
the worst in your face.
Sorry, never, will,
tell you Goodbye.
Sorry, in some time,
for you i will die.
The worst of all,
you'll never see.
How big the wound,
has grown to be.
You'll see a friend,
who smiling stands.
I'll see a start,
that wrongly ends.
I know all this story,
I wrote it myself.
I left it, forgotten,
in sad-painted shelf.
The fantastic store of Mr. GoawayI've got fiddles,
I've got riddles.
I've got things I shouldn't have.
'Just don't tell anyone, OK?'
Books of horror, love and drama,
See this one? It's supertragic.
But you come here not for stories,
But to learn some fancy magic.
'Am I right?'
So, come and listen boy.
The thing is not a toy.
Don't touch, or you'll get burned.
'Article tewnty three: The owner of the shop is legally responsible for any injuries the customers may suffer... Who wrote this thing?'
Or into something turned...
A little bit of this.
A little bit of that.
A spark a flash and BOO!
And you just lost your hat.
'The funny thing is that you'll probably never see it again'
I've got voodoo, I've got potions.
I've got... chairs inside a jar.
I've got tempered brick extracto.
I've got things from very far.
We've got old Abracadabra.
Then, a classic Shoo-Bee-Doo.
Then there's 'Na'al dok n'a sin taah'
but 'FrogLegs' works fine as too.
The cards, predict the future,
My cat will read your hand.
The mirror... Is a mirror.
Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.
Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?
Are we just
the world is never
going to end?
Doomsday is coming.
We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?
Little by little
we're losing contact
and the world is coming to its end.
AliceWhen black has stained the infinite blue,
And sleep compels me to retreat
I grin upon the thought of my blanket's sweet embrace
As I slay the dim candle I earlier lit
Shortly, I am severed from all
To see light once more
And then I spot her, grinning widely,
Composing giggles of four
She invites me in her welcoming home,
Her hands, opened wide toward me
She tells me how fun it is inside,
She tells me it's something I'd love to see
I grin in anticipation,
And lift my hands to reach her
I think of all the wonders I'd see
Stretching my arms further
Then suddenly we are afar in countless kilometers
When we were only a foot away
And her form slowly fades into darkness
With no goodbye to say
Once again, she abandons me
Behind the cold iron bars, she leaves me
She dwells in dreams,
While I am chained to harsh reality
Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower atop a hill,
And over a mountain,
And under a river,
And at the golden seas then the land would thaw,
But who wou
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel you all over,
My body is sinful,my soul is almost gone
I know the taste of your scent,love,
And I know your body is still warm.
And one day,I just felt the known heat;
I felt your lips on my neck,your arms around me
I looked at the mirror,how fucking good we are together.
And in that darkness,I knew,you'll never leave.
Sadness and SorrowDrops of a bucket
tears form a cloud;
my hands are shaking
your heart is breaking.
Rustling of spring leaves
righteous vows of love
sadness and sorrow
to the lights above
Churning bits of ecstasy
Fighting all the while
Our love is gone
Never to be found
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
HarbingerFrom beyond a space where time is still,
Rises a monster who wields a murderous will.
Crimson cuts of corruption line it's carapace,
Yielding imperial eyes on a merciless face,
Engines erupt to herald the harbinger's haste.
From beyond a silence where life is dead,
Moves a deity who haunts a ponderous head.
Purple parts of penetration mark it's form,
Daunting funereal cries by a tactless storm,
Circuits corrode to hail the harbinger's harm.
From beyond a sorrow where joy is lost,
Roams a terror who obeys a wonderous ghost.
Black bolts of beatification hold it's sword,
Slaying mercurial lies to a reckless word,
Diodes deduce to hark the harbinger's horde.
Unnatural Decay Under a Strange ChurchThere's a white shelled transvestite ladybug crawling across the word "Underwear" on a Craigslist browsing computer screen in the public library.
Then it flew away into a bee's nest in the attic. Here is your epitaph: nettle tincture honey is a sweat curse and friendly lies are a pained dessert. Pretend that bee sting poison is an opium syringe, ladybug.
But the scarlet letter was her bloody joke when a gay social assassin posed as rogue busy bee named Ahab, crouched about to shatter a burgundy shelled secret like a harpoon through a stained glass window.
Across the library St. Asmodeus felt a chilled dagger through his lead filled heart when passing kids threw an iced snowball through the church's window. The summer before, a night creeping praying mantis had broken in and died. Now the glass fell with wet snow and crushed the dead mantis who had stood erect with patient lifelessness until then.
Then the raw moon beams shone down to melt the unnatural metal into a wood encased pool on
Childhood Dreams.I remember that boy, as I sit here now, writing over a dusty keyboard. I remember his eyesgreen and excited; full of life; eager to love; eager to learn. I remember that smile; that crooked grin with the two front teeth missing. I remember him running, chasing butterflies and determining the color of their wings as the sun would set behind a shadowy mountain.
He loved the sun. It brought him great sorrow watching it dip behind that black figure of the hill.
'When I grow up, I'll find the sun behind that mountain.' He had said.
He loved the rain, too. He never cared about getting his clothes wet or muddy. He'd look up to the sky and let the droplets caress his soft skin, creating small beads on his eyelashes. He'd watch as the rainbowa bunch of colors fading into each otherappeared above the glassy lake.
'When I grow up, I'll slide on the rainbow.' He had said.
He always found joy in playing with animals. He had that tiny tortoise he carried around everyw
Twenty OneAll my life has been a shuffe,
cut it now, let's make a deal.
For, my hands can't keep on playing,
to this end is all i feel.
What you have to keep ongoing?
Tel me stranger, times of last.
But, I'm suited man of business,
both our times you follow fast.
'Do you know about my story?'
Asked the soldier, breathing air.
Shady stranger with no answer,
'Better now, we'll play it fair'
First of all, the lose of loved one,
Times of that, I wasn't. Gone.
Lonely wounded walking stranger.
Ace of Hearts, I am alone.
Long before i fell for pardon,
Banner-figter, proudly chose.
Now, the ghosts of my ambition;
Diamond Ace, my thorning rose.
All this time, I was with someone.
Lady luck through all the way.
Living well to self-believing.
Ace of Clubs, she's not today.
But, I don't refuse the happened,
wouldn't showed If was my fear.
Lastly, stranger, hear me closely:
Asce of Spades, the death is here.
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