CuriousGeorgie

It will inevitably, consecutively destroy all the things that we once wrought between you and me, and it will finally, conclusively bring down all the walls of illusion, creating the conclusion of this intrusion wretching the dillusion of the fusion of our souls to make the collusion all the worse, feeling no remorse for this divorce and endorse upon us such sheer force as to set the path for the final course that rings on the last chords from the guitar of the band creating the universe with their notes, and all of mankind loaths the foul secretion from their throats as it throws us into the despair of not knowing where and how to care for t

angry skies collide, again and again, sad worlds divide for the first time, its very obvious that I am the Fool played by Time's hand like amarrionette on strings. I dont hear the things that are very transparent like glass that cracked and I know I threw the stone, tell me again why the story is sad? It's because he lost the best dream that he ever had. The glass is jagging through my brain, we congratulate the sane for our castles all collapsed, mourning the time that has passed while we lost ourselves in translation, there's just to much to face and we are reborn under the stars, embedded with a lifetime's scars while reality pours back

When i stare up at the sky, The clouds dance before my eyes, And write your name in snow-white letters. When i look down at the ground, A tremble reforms the Earth, And carves your name into the jagged stone. When i look at my reflection in the pond, I see you rising up behind me, Laying your head on my shoulder. And when i look at you, I see in the reflection of your eyes, That you left my name on every streetcorner. These words describe that which we have no words for, What has existed since the birth of man, So don't leave yet darling, stay till tomorrow, And hold on forever tonight.

The treetops swaying, my the soul the blade and the innocent pray on this judgment day that i would stay away and i will slay yet another village, only letting the flames live to pillage and turn what was once mine to ash, the dash and the bash my act of revenge, spreading the stench of blood and decay, taking the way that takes away and destroys the unknowing, not showing my sorrow for this load i bear and the care for the fair, the fact i do not spare or judge what i kill, staying still as my chill is followed by the fire and tired i drag along my pain, going insane as i pursue the maimed soul i contain, staining my name with blood-red burn

Mind-controlled suicide: The lace unwinds as you race through the maze, the shock hits your face as you lose your pace and you trip on the wire set for your mind, the ropes tighten and bind without kindness and mindless you wander on through the day, instinctively stepping aside for the things in your way as you say and mumble your apolegetic excuses it fuses and melts your brain, you go insane from the pain of being audient as the fraudulent creature uses your features to mould your life, sold to the knife as your life fleets down on the floor and the coldness of it is felt nomore by the senses that once where yours.

'No, I don't want too, I'm sick of it!' a boy runs off, chased by an old, filthy looking man with a long, greased beard. The boy is running for his life, praying he won't fall back into the hands of that old bastard…He has been misused for too long….. He looks around as he swings around the corner, but because of that he doesn't notice the girl standing in a shadow, staring at the clouds. He hits her right in the stomach, and as he slows down to apologise, he regretfully sees that she's beautiful, with her brown, wavy hair dancing around her face, while the innocently amazed look in her deep green eyes is strengthened by the small

Saturday morning, a slip, a crash, 5 seconds on the news and there, for most people, it ends. But not for us, The survivors, those who keep the memories alive. The parents are led past the police tape, Unbelief as they see the car, Wretched iron, smoking from the heat. The call to school, The well-meant condoleances, And as the phones start ringing, A chain of tears spreads across the country. People get together, talking about everyday life, Trying to realize what happened. The realization, the soothing words, A dark shade covers the world, And nobody notices but us. Photoalbums, sticky lime, Remembering him as he was. Flee

The loop of moon and sun, The dark and deathly stun, The mid-air leap is frozen, The wolf no longer dozing, The strength of luna triggering, The hairy beast is lingering, The roaring frenzy inside your skin, The beastly longings sickening, And driven by madness you give in. The hair and nails are growing, The lupine beast keeps sowing, Seeds of hatred blossom free, Growing into burning trees, The soft whisper of the footsteps beats, And pushes away your memory. Here concludes the tragedy, Of what happened between you and me, Slashing at your arteries, The humanity of my heart bleeds, As the breeding pain inside me feeds, O

Rifts in time and raw dimensions, Faintly chimes and building tensions, My thoughts are mine, in pain I fall, In bliss I climb, in love I walk. I think of you, in thoughts I do, But in truth, my feelings bruise, The wounds you cause, in pain I fall, In bliss I browse, and walk this hall. Forever more, forever mine, This is my store, but I am blind, I read in silence, still can't find. Where are you now, where did you go, Can't find you here, or feel your glow, Guide my hope and light my way, Please don't leave yet, darling......stay.

The lush nature surrounding Nena completely filled her mind. She greedily absorbed the diversity of green that you can only experience in the wild, the little meandering river with crystal-clear water which led to a series of muddy ponds in a swampy plot of land to her left, the vividly checkered flowers that where spread across the scene like bright little dots of joy, the scurrying of little insects beneath her feet and all around the forest, the rustle of the heart-shaped leaves of the giant trees as a group of small monkeys playfully broke the serenity, and the lazy fish that extended his head above one of the ponds to drowsily look for t