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Phantasmagoria
05:46 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 591
Silver night
There is a fight
Between you and me
Shadows haunt
Love, it fails
Stars light the way
For mythological creatures
As they play
The heart, it stops
The words, they come
The feelings, they die
As the all seeing eye
Figures you out
Nothing is real
Reality is made up of fiction
See the way
Illusion is ever present
Beg for death
Get nothing but life
In the end
It all goes away
Like a rose in winter
Open to the feel
Of the changing ways
It is coming
The end of things
Love you always
Never leave the lake
Never tempt the ancient
Good-bye my demon
Remember not
I am always there
Even in the end
Crimson
05:45 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 592
Crimson comes in different forms
Some of them are not the norm
Will you watch it cascade down your wrists?
While the pain on the inside still exists
Can you make me so I don’t need the sight any more?
Or will you leave me to settle some imaginary score?
Whatever the response will it help me?
Or will it make all those who love me, disagree?
Can the crimson color ever come out?
Or will it forever follow me about?
Hold me down and don’t let me go
This is from me to you, hoping for that crimson glow.
Glide
05:44 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 593
Falling down through the midnight hour
Watching as the life of it does cower
What more will you ask it for?
Death is only the ending to a very long bore
Can it give you the feeling you wish?
Or will it make them swim away like some sort of fish?
Razors are there not for your friendship
They will end your life’s relationship
Careful how you trace them along your skin
If you don’t do it right, they could be your very last sin
I loved you to the death of my heart blew you aside
Now love me enough to make sure you can still glide
Life is a bore we must all suffer through
But is it worth it enough to turn your skin blue?
My Good Night
05:43 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 594
When I fell, I gently landed,
Next to a pool of crimson red.
Now because of that, I am branded,
By the mark and sign of the recently dead.
The beautiful slashes that cover both wrists,
Are a symbol of the things which I could not live.
Knowing now that death exists,
Feelings are something that I can not give.
To all of those that miss me most,
I hope it be thy hands that lower me down into Earthen Ground.
Never leave the all mighty post,
And never let thyself drown.
Let thyself cry the tears,
But never give up thy hope.
Know that the water washes away the fears,
But that the past holds you down like the strongest of rope.
Question
05:42 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 595
Have you ever cried alone in the middle of the night?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live without a fight?
Would you hold me to your very last breath took place?
Or would you leave me here alone with blood and tears dried on my face?
Could you be my protector to the last of the world?
Or would you abandon me with the petals of life unfurled?
Can I ask you to be mine own?
If I did would you say yes or say no and groan?
If you did cry, would you let me hold you?
Would you let Me guide you through?
I think you would say no.
My love isn’t what can help you along.
When you find that special thing that gets you by,
Come back and tell me, then hold me when I cry.
I’ll see you on the other side of a life not worth living,
Where everyone, like you, is unforgiving.
Fluff05:39 Jul 25 2011
Times Read: 596
Baaaa….
Can You Hear The Sheep?
Fluffy, White And Black.
Milling Around,
Mostly In The Grass.
Small Ones With Little Wool,
Big Ones In Need Of A Shear.
Look Close Now!
Can You Them Smile?
So Cute To Watch .
Hey! They Dance And Frolic In The Meadows.
I Think This Means They Are Happy.
I Wonder All The Time,
Do They Ever Get Sad?
Can They Feel Regret As We Humans Do?
Do They Feel Anger,
Or Hurt When Ignored By The Farmer?
Do They See It As Fun,
When The Sheep Dogs Heard Them?
I Know They Feel Pain,
But Can It Be Mental As Well,
They Are So Innocent,
Yet So Smart.
Sheep.
Never The Cause Of Strife.
Never The Cause Of Pain.
Happy Creatures Who Just Live.
Wouldn’t Everything Be Better,
If Humans Were Soft Like Sheep?
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