The UndeadSlowly falling down the windowThe Undead
Your breath leaves a gentle fog
My fists clutched gently crying
Staring through the bog
Open your eyes girl
Open your eyes son
All will be one All will be one
And low to us came the gentle hour
All reasoning was gone
Whispers flee a fury tell-tale In the tree tops come Too Late It’s done
Throw down your arms sister Throw down your weapons brother It is too late to stop them Part of them we become
In the darkness sick we stumble Busy w
Men of the SeasO, shame the fickle man Who cannot see, can not stand Waves from pulsing orbs Lapping throught distant shoresMen of the Seas
Upon them crept the fateful hour Intentions; sieze; overpower He who should; those who must Break the traits; overule the trust
Out of darkness; soul stirring Into blackness; eyes twitching Screams piercing; from dark shores slow; hurry; pain; more
CatWhat is this that has no name? For true its look is very plain Its hairs stand on end at the sight of its bane And the look in its eyes, although terrified is mundaneCat
What is this strange creature I see? Sounds come from its maw, an incessant plea Now in its eye a look of pure glee Paying attention to none but thee
What is the creature that terrifies few? Asleep on the ground its body laid skew How it prefers the sun in its view And how it prefers pity from one or two
Oh what is this animal, this creature, quite vain? Well you see its name is qu
The SongFor those who man the silver bands Of the red, the white, and the blueThe Song
And others still
Who drink their fill
To a chorus of vermouth
In foreign lands A young man stands
Gun in hand He mutters “grand”
Across the fields
Warriors approach
Bearing arms
To entice, and coax
The young man turns In His furrowed brow His fear abounds
He rings a bell Out comes the sound
Inside the gates
Others turn to run
Preparing arms Getting guns
Quickly, silently
The cor
Polar Bear 01Fear of BeautyTerror inspired an inelegant spectre of a bride materialized in the clear cascade of palmed reflection. Eyes wide, viewing the full length pool she stands, corpulent yet dressed in a mock representation of fair grace. A fake.Fear of Beauty
Eyes no deeper than the shallow pools upon cobblestone streets left after a humid mid-summers rain, fixated in a consistent gaze of dilatory dozing she hides behind a mass of abundant blonde hair Her only treasure allowed by a god reincarnating judging on the basis of lives spent past... She was not blessed.
Behind locked ch
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THAT BOY NEEDS THERAPY
"All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously."
hi~~~~!!!!
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I laugh in the face of death…maybe not laugh, more a snicker…a quiet snicker behind death’s back…
I HATE U~! *walks away*
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~s.T.u.d.Y till i D.i.E~
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True story.
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~s.T.u.d.Y till i D.i.E~
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~s.T.u.d.Y till i D.i.E~
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Time… time won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man...
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My Gallery | My Thoughts
=KelticK
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snv.
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