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I’ve never been so helpless,
The puppet on the string.
Sanity becomes less & less,
Confusion swirling round me in a ring.
Fear strikes now because...
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer living.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never been so alone.
All my friends have either fled,
Or had their flesh stripped from bone.
Blood has never looked so red.
Lives end now because,
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never had such little hope,
Falling deeper into despair.
I know now, my mind has broke,
And in my heart, I hardly care.
Freedom ends now because,
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never been so cold.
Surrounded by pitiful screams of pain,
That sound like music, pure and gold.
As the sky cries acid rain.
Hell starts now on....
Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
Hell....Starts......
...Now.......
Run........Run....
...Away...
The puppet on the string.
Sanity becomes less & less,
Confusion swirling round me in a ring.
Fear strikes now because...
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer living.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never been so alone.
All my friends have either fled,
Or had their flesh stripped from bone.
Blood has never looked so red.
Lives end now because,
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never had such little hope,
Falling deeper into despair.
I know now, my mind has broke,
And in my heart, I hardly care.
Freedom ends now because,
It’s Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
I’ve never been so cold.
Surrounded by pitiful screams of pain,
That sound like music, pure and gold.
As the sky cries acid rain.
Hell starts now on....
Satan’s day for gladness,
My freefall into madness.
My head has finished living,
My heart, no longer giving.
Now run, run away,
Or you too will have to pay.
Hell....Starts......
...Now.......
Run........Run....
...Away...
Literature
Bedtime
This is the time
To go sleep
Until the next morning
Or afternoon.
The time to relax
To became new
Again from start
With new powers.
To see the dreams
Or maybe memories
Or maybe the future -
It depends of us all.
Will we be revived
Or be changed, or reborned -
All depends of us, people,
Of our will of life.
Literature
The Forgotten Sea
If a tree falls but nobody is there to asses it, has it really fallen? -Captain, we found one!- shouted one of my man on the deck. I was in my cabin, in the stern castle. On the wall in front of me was part of my collection. I turned around and went outside. On the deck my men were all getting closer to the rope that was hanging from the mast. It was going upwards. A minute passed, then another. This sea was so damn deep, it always tried to keep everything it was given. It wasn't like the other seas, it didn't keep them so that they could be found again and remembered, no, He, or It, tried to make it so they couldn't be found. His rules were different.. They still are. And they will always be untill the "Dawnbreaker Core", or "End's Heart" as we called It, will tick its last tock, stopping, stopping creating and fading away with everything else. Those like us cannot see it, actually nobody can, nobody has to. It's not one of our tasks. No, wait, I am mistaken, one of us can. The
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Okay so my ability to rhyme well has vanished
I actually didn’t come up with all this. The “Satan’s day.....no longer giving” is from a reporter from the Sunday Star and I just kinda built off of it.....
Hope you liek ^.^b
I actually didn’t come up with all this. The “Satan’s day.....no longer giving” is from a reporter from the Sunday Star and I just kinda built off of it.....
Hope you liek ^.^b
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It somehow has something to it... although it is a little bit "dark"