RefrailHorror, ambition and depth.
All common, standing brilliant and gay.
Very much, I am far beyond fear.
I can, and I am.
Again and again, repeat.
Repeat and refrain:
I am, and I am.
Again and once more, repeat.
Repeat and refrain refrain:
I am & I am.
And I am far beyond fear,
I, am the ground.
Our HopeHow the cards are dealt.
The playing is yours.
All the love, is revolved to you.
A resolution of the finest.
Our love, dear.
Our dearly beloved, now has been stolen.
A dark man, a bat in his finger tips,
He's left only our truest blight, forever a demon.
Forever ago was last night, my doubt false;
Our love as filial as a mountain top.
The peak at which I cry, is dependent on our-
Scales of torture and fraud.
All is loving and wholesome parental.
A resolution of the finest:
Requiescat in PaceThroat slit and palms in praise;
She lays desolate.
Life, vacant, eyes, shrieking of eden.
Paraflight- brought on by the might.
A slashed chest, clawing arms laid in-
Now in excess is her skin,
Upon a silver platter it rests.
Gone, her entire face.
Apart in areas nobody will say.
Her legs, they have found peace in flames.
And none, can be seen her arms.
She lays desolate.
I can swear, I can plead,
I can fall, I can fly.
Now I can die, I can now flee.
Whom shall I summon, dear?
Whom shall I leave this kingdom to?
What have we done?
I can swear, I can plead;
I swear it was he.
I tell, it was not we.
I shot our parade.
Still, not all these debts are due to ill men.
SirAnd I disagree, sir.
Please, don't fret this day,
It's but a hair to the finale.
Oh God, dear Lord:
No, no, shredding down to filth,
Don't mind me, don't even see.
Yes, my gunshot just appeared,
And I do say it's false, my love.
We just have forever left, honey.
How deep do ships sink in the loom of all her doom & gloom?
I beg to differ, and deep as I was,
I plan to depart.
I plan the end of days.
Damaged, BoyThe kids play,
The streets fill with dust,
And I can't stop insanity in a bowl of apathy.
The sound falls short,
The kids have guns.
The insanity toils, finds refuge in soul.
And bullets fly.
The past in the back,
The words can't be felt or read.
And weary eyes, filled with sand;
The bullet was lodged,
The fact of yesterday stills my heart.
The beautiful cure will be it.
And excuse me,
The loss is thine own.
And falter I might, I may...
The bullet is done.
Ticking and TockingI guess I'm deaf.
Vibroto voice but so silent.
They're so deep into their own cuts.
As the current turns dark,
Along comes folly.
Such a bad morning.
And I beg to fly down,
Lord, my sounds.
Dynamic, mundane soul.
Far away, vanishing.
Such a bad day;
I guess I'm cold.
A Dying FaithHowever, only the godsmack proceeds.
Grudge for two, worn without the bloom.
Plastic, steel, obsidian proxy wars desolate freedom and of his mind.
For, beauty which seemed promising,
Lays in a cherry-wood box, deep within his unconscious self.
A death of man, for two, the grudge lays.
Plating of crystal mesh to bewilder,
Distort & purge once again.
Attempt his free will, change my instinct.
I loathe it, I'll crush it.