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Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair amongst this cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rest one last glimpse of hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
Eyes downcast, last words sealed with closed mouth kisses. Polite words, and broken promises. This is the thanks I get? Silence, scars and cold regret? This gifts been given for the very last fucking time. Endless longing, these open arms... they offer nothing. Final grieving, for a lost smile. A farewell just in case your black heart becomes misplaced. A fire burns, but only for such a short time. This fire burns in your dark soul. I'll light a candle in remembrance. I'll tie the knot, with a final
I think i spelt believe wrong...
Somebody once asked me
"In what do you believe?"
And I answered them simply
"I believe in everything"
I believe in you
I believe in me
I believe in hope and faith
And in reality
I believe in innocence
Because it makes me smile
And I hope to see it so very soon
On the face of my child
I believe in passion
A land of horrid wilting, and fragrant rot
Home to lepers and others plagued
Where decay reigns absolute
A bleak and desolate world
Where hope is for murder
Where faith is believing
That we will all one day die
Wilted herbalism rife with blight
In a land of corpses; various states of decay
Where carrion birds circle in the heavens above
Where crawling things burrow from the ground below
The haggard grin of undeath smiles upon
Another song I wrote for some acoustic music, comments are appreciated.
A sting of winter water woke him from his trance.
He turned his head in yearning, never learning.
What all had been now slipped through his fingers,
sand sifting, nothing of value left behind.
Having nothing... wanting, nothing.
As he turned towards the march of waves,
his mind painted its portrait of you.
Of the last moment his eyes absorbed your light,