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Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to find
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie and indulge happily in your youth
Or live on begrudgingly knowing the truth?
Lament of the cowardI gave up on luck, it left too much to chance;
I gave up on dreams for I dreamed of romance.
I tossed aside worries, they annoyed me too much;
I tossed aside anger for I needed no such.
I left behind feelings, they brought needless pain;
I left behind beauty, I was no longer vain.
I abandoned my hope, it brought frail security;
I abandoned my light, now I dwell in obscurity.
I forsook even empathy for it made me seem weak,
I forsook my humanity for my future was bleak.
Beneath the veil of TimeSorrow, hatred – none shall prevail
Beneath time’s unforgiving veil
For we are naught but grains of sand
‘twixt fingers of time’s neutral hand
And even when convictions burn,
Time’s careless flow shall not return.
Time is unjust for it forgets
The nature of profound regrets,
A love that’s lost, a child who cries,
A fresh tear from a widow’s eyes
Or joyful moments in the sun,
The birth of a beloved son –
Beneath the veil of time they fade
Along with marks they think they’ve made.
But somehow time is also just
For it returns us all to dust.
It does not forsake nor cherish
But through it we all must perish.
And I, a grain beneath this veil,
Wish to leave behind my tale
For who among us, in our prime,
Wants to fade away in time?
...The moon paints a picture of a world fast asleep,
Where all actions lack reason for this reason does keep
A great deal of secrecy…
Now why, you might ask me, is this world such a mess?
Is it floating or lurking in the thoughts I supress,
Thoughts that no one here should know?
And I think of it all as I roam through the night
For the moon shines upon me with a taunting red light
That only few can see…
And this light is the symbol of enigmas forgotten
By those that now live here, whose hearts are now rotten
To the very core…
But this light, oh, this light, it still burns in my eye
And I wish I could take it down from the sky
With a most daring plan…
I shall climb upon mountains that rise to the moon,
And bring down that light, I shall bring it down soon
For sooner is better…
Now I climb to the top with the skills that I've mastered
And I soon shall release myself from this bastard
With it's most taunting light…
But now, as I'm climbing, that red light is blinding
And the paths keep on wi
The MusicThe music flows so gently,
Whispering softly to my soul
And so I listen on intently,
Slowly losing all control.
"Drift!", it said and drift I did
Into this weird state of mind
Where I found the warmth that hid,
So I left all cares behind.
So replenishing and soothing
Is the music that I hear;
Ever strong yet still so moving,
I can't help but shed a tear.
"Hark!", it said, "my troubled one,
Relinquish your dismay
For the dream has just begun
And the morn is far away."
As the violin was playing
Such a hypnotizing tune,
There was no more point in straying
In the pale light of the moon.
"Dream!", it said and then it ended
In the soft tune of a flute
But the music was still splendid
As the world around grew mute.
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candle
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.
It was not loveIt was not love I sought with such desire
For I knew not it would require
A greater part than I wished to reveal
While searching for a love I deemed ideal.
It was not love we shared with such devotion
For what we felt was no emotion,
It was nothing but a lie
We shared together, you and I.
It was not love we felt but we were trying
Not to feel alone by lying
So, by griping tightly on each other
The little lie we soon did smother.
And perhaps I shall not dieCatch the scent that I adore,
Bring me angels at my door,
Grasp the wind that’s passing by
And perhaps I shall not die.
Bring the ocean at my feet,
Store away the summer heat,
Send back rain into the sky
And perhaps I shall not die.
Make all hearts immune to pain,
Bring true virtue to the vain,
Show me eyes that cannot cry
And perhaps I shall not die.
Make all people be content
So they never know lament,
Show me snow storms in July
And perhaps I shall not die.
But until such times are near
Let me catch your scent, my dear
And cry oceans at your feet
Until Death and I shall meet.
BonesBeneath the willow I did stand
for hours and hours
Until my hand
fell numb upon the withered flowers.
I felt it burning though I knew
that on cold stones
The warmth withdrew
and the cold sank deep within my bones.
These bones could shatter now or freeze,
my heart can but ignore
The wailing of these sulking trees
that I shall hear no more.
I felt the cold flow through my bones
for hours and hours
Until my groans
grew mute upon the withered flowers.
to love you is to lieto love you is to lie;
to deceive you is to betray myself.
to curse you is to send my heart to something else,
perhaps a ghost of what I imagined,
last spring, in the rain, under the full moon,
that open heart, willing soul, and I knew them both.
to love you is to die;
to trick you is to destroy myself.
shattered windows and bloodstains,
my mind torn from my body as I tried to
my stars all falling from the sky.
loving you is agony;
shunning you is pain.
not again, said my corpse,
my battered conscience,
this house is built on stone!
but summer brought heat,
autumn brought wind, and
winter brought the chill of death.
suddenly the fortress I had built was
gone, taken by new spring floods.
loving you is death;
hiding from you is torture.
who to blame?
my being, my essence,
swept from beneath by the hand of forces unseen.
my heart had no more walls, then,
my soul was sinking, and
my mind was weak from distress.
shining strength of twenty suns, I prayed,
allow this love to vanish lik
The MasqueradeI never tell. They never ask
What lies behind the mask.
Nobody asks, because nobody dares;
Nobody tries, because nobody cares.
Stoic salutations at the door never failed
To usher in the pompously veiled.
Funny faces, sad faces, scary faces too;
Beautiful faces, mad faces. They could be me or you.
We speak in silence and divert our eyes
Because it's so much easier to look at the disguise.
There's no unmasking at midnight, we all stay costumed;
Our identities a mystery only to be presumed.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
DaleHear me read it
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
Caged BirdThere was a moment,
Where I thought I could be freed from the past.
Then the cage door closed on me,
Took my future from me.
They said there was nothing to be done,
I had to continue living this wretched life.
So I’m stuck in a cage,
That will never let me go.
Controlled by strangers that won't help me.
I can’t breathe here anymore,
I need to be set free.
I need my life.
I need my freedom.
I can’t be cooped up to do your bidding anymore.
There is no more energy within me.
I want nothing to do with you anymore.
You suffocate me.
I just want to live my life without stress from your existence.
I’m a caged bird in a cell box.
And I’ll never be set free.
Digital CameraIn this digital screen
Is a picture of your face
You look so pretty and happy
Forever and always
I click the arrow over
And the camera shows a slide
It’s you and me together
But also that other guy
He always made me angry
I never liked him around
I screamed and fought with you
Which only brought us down
The photo changes again
But this time only us
We’re holding hands together
In the park out by the bus
I remember that night clearly
And the picture changed once more
It was like it was yesterday
That I found you on the floor
I screamed out your name
And tried to find my phone
But my hands were shaking badly
And I felt completely alone
The picture on the screen
Was of your grave
There were flowers and were people
And the memories in my brain
How could I not see
That you were never truly smiling
And that all along it was
Your hurt that you were piling
Maybe it was that guy
Or maybe it was me
Or maybe it was your job;
Perhaps your family
I glare into the screen
As a recording c
Dead Flesh FeelsA warm severed corpse, beneath the illuminative sphere, squeals.
Skin stinging with every brush of air across the dermis. Dead flesh, feels.
Absent soul, vanished heart, stagnate brain. Moving entity kneels.
Violent murder, no witness, escaped killer. In a coat of red guilt, steals.
Sliced skin, suddenly heals. Closed eyes, open; peeled. An abrupt breath inhaled; reveals.
Justice appeals. vengeful ideals, blood congeals.
Dead flesh feels.
Rear View MirrorThinking back, I imagine all my friends
Each going off to their own means or their ends
It makes me wonder where everyone goes
Because through the rearview mirror, it never shows
I sit here alone, trying to see
What I can make out through this melancholic reverie
Although this rain is too heavy and this fog is too thick
I will make the past stay; it will finally stick
To remember the past is all I’ll allow
And a light in a mirror is all I can see now
In the reflection, there stands a solemn silhouette
I know that in introspection, this is all we will really get
As I watch the lonely outline as it starts to wave goodbye
The strength leaves my body, and I slump down to cry
I know that they waved until I was entirely out of sight
For the last time, they smile as if everything were perfectly alright
Alone again, I wonder about my friends
Pondering if they would fight on until the very end
And if any of them will follow me to wherever I may go
Well, with this rearview mirror, I will s
Wake up now, my dear old friendWake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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