I hear the whisper beckon me
I see the dark one point the way
Lying, his tounge still speaking
Birth the tranquil land of dead eden
On a darkened altar is adam
Ending sum is phantasm, no
right?
I numb my sorrows in my veins, yes
It brings forth dawns of sunny days, yes
See myself in fields so flowered
Constant pain dies a few hours
Demons laughing wait not long for me
In the real world I can not
sleep
I see things in slumber within my mind
Thing I've thought forgotten rise out of sleep
And awake the hell I've made
Christen now with the needle
Trapped inside my world a dreamer
My addiction allows no thought to hide
End my trip and then I'll leave this ride
Lost my faith within god above
Said no prayers and took back all my love
Everyone will see one day to come
From a bullet I cannot run
-Tears of a Marionette - Shrum
I see the dark one point the way
Lying, his tounge still speaking
Birth the tranquil land of dead eden
On a darkened altar is adam
Ending sum is phantasm, no
right?
I numb my sorrows in my veins, yes
It brings forth dawns of sunny days, yes
See myself in fields so flowered
Constant pain dies a few hours
Demons laughing wait not long for me
In the real world I can not
sleep
I see things in slumber within my mind
Thing I've thought forgotten rise out of sleep
And awake the hell I've made
Christen now with the needle
Trapped inside my world a dreamer
My addiction allows no thought to hide
End my trip and then I'll leave this ride
Lost my faith within god above
Said no prayers and took back all my love
Everyone will see one day to come
From a bullet I cannot run
-Tears of a Marionette - Shrum
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Odyssey on May 17, 2005
a poem just for you....
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there is a fortuitous
outcome to be leeched from darkness
the way the nib would curl around
a shadow,
or bend near to breaking point
before it hits the sable ink
when one word meets another
and fuses with yet
another, another…
then we begin to breathe these
letters, as if by inhaling them,
we may still the dark that swirls within
our burdens find themselves expelled
to heavy the page with the stench
of a carcass too long spent lying,
a swallow’s skeleton now
wreathed in the shade of the sun.
~Odyssey~ -
Nyx Iscariot on May 10, 2005where ya been pretty?
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spacekake on February 17, 2002Wtf?! You can't just quit! Alright, so techincally you can, but you know I'm going to give you Hell about it. :P
