08:58 May 22 2008
Times Read: 579
Quotes of the Dying Generation
You are not sad I broke your heart, you are angry I beat you to it.
The only difference between you and me is I cry when I stab people in their hearts.
I laugh because my tears have finally run out.
Its too bad "my day" happened a day after my death.
When you kiss me my skin is on fire, when you kissed him your chances went up in flame.
When we can finally walk together free, hand in hand, it's to bad my arms are busy breaking my fall.
The day that shattered my world is the day you said, "we have to talk."
After this long fight to be together, when we finally manage to arrive at the same place, why did you have to bring him with you?
I know I messed up when I brought Her into our tale, now how can I manage to get rid of this wicked witch when you will not let me destroy Her?
I always knew I was destined to be lonely, its just too bad there had to be so many bodies along the way to hell.
A servant interred in his tomb cannot help but be amazed at the crow that visits his window when the sun hides its face.
You think I am so much better than I really am. Its too bad everyone else can see the ugly truth.
When I spread these bloodied wings you are the chain that always sends me crashing back to this earthly prison.
Humanity is not how you act; it is how good you are at acting the image of a human.
As my blood springs from the wounds you deal, I apologize for staining the knife.
I would sing a song of your praises if only you hadn't already slashed my throat.
It's too bad when I tried to give you my heart you were busy ripping open my throat.
As I stretch my sable wings to lift off into the night, trying my best to gain just an ounce of freedom, I lose myself in that blissful darkness. Free of the judgment of society I can at last embrace my true nature. Why would you ever ask me to give up such freedom? The likes of which I have never felt? What could make you think I would? Or even that I could?
At the edge of death I place my gambit. I stake my soul against the fires of hell in a bid to gain your praise. Even death himself is impressed at my devotion. And yet you still refuse to believe in me. Amazing.
As I stand on this cliff looking out into the world I am amazed at the stark beauty of nature. Thanks to you my bloody corpse will mar such beauty as it plunges down from the cliff.
You Grow Up
09:17 May 19 2008
Times Read: 585
You grow up.
You grow up, age one to five,
By all appearances seeming to thrive.
Something happens, of which you cannot comprehend.
The parents you held so close, their life comes to an end.
You are left alone, a child with no company to enjoy.
The life you once lived is gone, you understand you will never again be a true boy.
Strangers with badges come, putting you into a new family,
With whom you know you will not feel glee.
You grow up, six to seven,
In that time your families numbers grow from two to eleven.
Each one worse than the last,
The final ending in a gun blast.
By this time you are again on the street,
The horrors even seem less discreet.
You grow up, eight to ten,
So soon joining the ranks of men.
Yet more men, more badges, more horrible families.
They try to help, but you are just beat again, this time you almost lose sanity.
You run, again on the street you have joined in the horrors.
They seem to be your new home, just without borders.
But yet men still come, you know what they want.
Another family, you expect pain, but they act out no such stunt.
For the men are watching, waiting to see if you are bad or the families are.
You all put on a lovely masquerade, a happy family, how bizarre.
The men leave, and sure enough more pain, but you are tired of running.
You grow up, ten to fifteen.
Your life now holding the same sheen.
Pain anger hate and loss is all you know.
You stay with the people, for they are the lesser of the evils you know.
You even meet someone; their light is infectious,
You can't help but be reckless.
For all this time you did not know happiness or love, but with her you do.
You can't help it, but you feel born anew.
Then she leaves you shattered and alone.
For that brief moment you knew joy, now you are just chilled to the very bone.
You no longer care what happens to you or anyone at all,
Just about ending the pain and misery before your last fall.
You grow up, now in your sixteenth year.
In the face of this physical pain you no longer have fear.
You grow up,sventeen, eighteen, nineteen,
time now likes to fly, you life with less sheen.
Wandering the darcness, fighting the light,
knowing every day is filled with plight.
Allegory of Ta^Ra
09:12 May 19 2008
Times Read: 586
Allegory of Ta'ra
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
The man who knew more of loss
Than ever he did of love.
Left his home.
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
On the journey, the man found Eden,
Where he was made to fight his demon.
The war lasted many a year,
And from which sprung all of humanities fear.
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
On the fjords of sorrows,
The man encountered yet another of his foes.
This battle last even an age longer,
But the man still proved to be stronger.
From sorrows corpse,
leapt the worlds anger, its voice so coarse.
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
At the edge of sanity,.
The man fought vanity.
This war lasted ages beyond all measure of time.
But at last he won all a safe mind.
However in the mans victory,
sprang from vanities form jealousy.
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
At the end of eternity, he reached Ta'ra, now a land of woe,
Here he at the end of time he fought his foe.
This fight lasted longer still than all others,
The force of the combatants blows making widows of mothers.
The people of the world felt the last blow so severe,
For the foe had managed to persevere,
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
At the end of time, in the grasp of death,
The man made a deal with the reaper, for just one last breath.
With which to defeat his rival,
He became the servant of death, ensuring eternal survival.
He rose again, and smote his foe at long last,
To fight the foe of Ta'ra,
In the land in shadow.
The man sold his soul, himself, and his very life.
In so doing he gave the world all of its strife.
For revenge he lost all that he fought for,
And now he exists in eternal torture.
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DiamondDragon
22:45 May 03 2010
you and me both bro