Screaming Sunbeams
Flashing through my eyes
Hits my soul
Like a hammer of the Blacksmith
The Howling of the Air
Rapes my Brain as
a legion of Raving Soldiers
Marching on through
Foreign Land
Hunger and Thirst
is the Leader of the Group
Shattered bodies lying Everywhere
Eyes that don't Really Care
Impression doesn't Find an Entry
To the souls of Those
Who Never had to pay
For Misdeeds Done
For No Good Reason...
~bluerose
Look deep within my soul
Do you like what you see
Darkness and destruction
That is all I know
My pain comes through
Like a spring
Bubbling up to the surface
I can no longer lave
I've tried that before
It never works for me
Why is that
We'll never know
My time is close at hand
The end coming quick
The gun i hold so dear
Pull the trigger
Then the end
~The Watcher
Jewish gods,are bent on destroying us all .
its from them we need to be saved.
things should have been kept between them selves anyway
~jewish Gods
Power`s always looking good-
Watch for evil neighbourhood.
Since the time is out of law,
Life escapes, but fears grow.
When you hide yourself, the mind
Takes the dream you can not find.
If you see nightmare sky,
Run away, or you will die.
Under feet you have no land
Never choose the way of damned..
~SD
The beaty of...
It came to me like a ghast of wind,
suprisingly cold, for I had sinned.
It tore away the remainder of my dreams,
and crucified the martyr of my screams.
It accepts what has to be,
it embraces what is free.
It brings together was has been parted,
it rectifies the coldhearted.
It cannot be bought,
and shall not be fought.
One can only pray,
to be accepted in it's dismay.
It will be at your side,
when the time has come to hide.
It will take you last breath,
for it is the beaty of Death.
~Legion
I will arise and go now, and go to the starting line
Where I shall confront my fears, and battle them.
The pistol screams out, and the ground
Begins to shake, as I wheel out into
The frosty air, peculiar to those late fall afternoons.
As I begin to unravel all I can think is faster, faster
Faster. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
Then my mind begins to wander.
Why do I put myself through this, for it seems to be
Hell on earth, to go until I can’t go any further, nor
Any faster. Why, that is the question.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun.
As I continue to hurt, I realize
That my hands are not cold, but
Numb, as only such a fall day can do.
I am conscious only of my suffering,
Not of those around me, for they,
They do not matter. Here comes the sun,
Here comes the sun.
Just as I feel I have given it my all,
and think that I can’t go on, I hear voices-
Voices from all around me. Suddenly it is over,
And I have finished. Now I know why I put myself
Through this, as I gasp for breath.
It’s all right, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
~Fun Run
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