Winters coming. days die short. at the end of autumns reign. hunger becomes ravenous. hibernation never waits. soon the silent slumber. for now october's feast.
On a warm summer day you'll find him there. Relaxing in the shadows.. Tapping his toe. Under a tree. Down in Kangarooster Meadows.. . (Low Voice). K. A. N. GA-ROOSTER..
The lights are on. The t.v's off. The floors are flesh and silk. Both sinfully soft. Skin glides over silk. And silk over skin. The penthouse is alive tonight.
crickets. clicking. in silence. ticking. making me feel. empty. down to my very core. hiding. in the silence. broadcasting. tiny. little. violence. the clicking.
What's that? (Fire from the gods). I don't know.. Power glove.... . THAT LITTLE BASTARD,. with his tricks and vile forms of play. hacking shaving slicing mutilating.
Tinker tinker tinker - pling pling - ding. My body breaks - the void screams. Weary of hollow metals. That ring of hollow life. By hand and by hammer.
Bird. Oh!. . The geek, with no beak:. He's so weak he cannot speak!. The geek, with no beak:. He's so weak he cannot speak!. . Vestigial wings. And dwarven legs..
I've forgotten my name. I'm sick and weak and fresh from sleep. I crawl from a crooked bed. With dirty feet and shaky hands. The numbers on the clock read.
Your reign of terror is coming to an end. And all your victims' pain will be avenged. Taker of innocence, I want your demise. Tear you apart for the unspeakable things you tried to hide.
Conditioned to feel nothing. We turn our soul on all these crimes. Cries fall on deaf ears. And the killing continues. . They say what we don't know. Won't ever hurt us.
This is for the kids who have no where to turn. Who have nothing to live for. You think you haven't the will to persist. You have to search within yourself.
Talk of the causes you support. Voice your misdirected views. You only comment on the things you don't have the power to change. Do you even think before you speak.
The man drifting seeks poison and promise. A threat to all, mostly to himself. Hearing voices from the great beyond. Now only he can dig himself out. .
The man drifting seeks poison and promise. A threat to all, mostly to himself. Hearing voices from the great beyond. Now only he can dig himself out. .
When it all ended. There was no where left to turn. I hid inside myself hoping someone would find me. . That day never came. As the years passed the pain lessened.
If they said they knew the truth. They lied.. No one said my faith wouldn't be questioned.. Been driven to the brink.. Because the truth is too hard to accept.
Soldier on. . Now it's all irrelevant. The journey here and what it meant. Time and distance. Others hate for my persistence. . Every stride enlightens.
This Is The Sound Of The Lost,. The Beaten And Brocken,. Rising Up and.....Taken From Us. From The Shadows Of The Past,. . Form The Death/Depth OF Our Own Failures.
I can't seem to fathom how we live in this world of pain. Under the knife, see our bodies grow frail. Ravaged by disease my heart grows weak. . And there's nothing to cure the pain.