THEYWe are not we, We are they they who walk amongst the shadows of the night, Wishing for an end, praying for mercy, falling for change. In all the choas and pain we stand alone. Silent. Afride to break what little we have, and earnst we hide, moon streaks lighting our path of darkess, stressing our eyes, never looking up, never seeing the hundreds of blank souls passing, when you are never willing, if you never love, when you are here, you are not you, you are us, you are not one of us, you are one of them, One of They.THEY
EverlastingMy Lonliness, strong summer's sun in your eyes, Blinding, Sadness beyond compare, like an awakeable deep sleep, a life without love, for then is it really a life at all?Everlasting
Or is it a meaningless, slow envolved agoney, from which there is no escape?
Hiding within yourself, desprite to get out, chained by fear, Avoiding all and everyone, Not caring, Depends on who, Maybe life would be easier not to care? Or try? About anyone. But it's not, it only completes the pain. EVERLASTING.
EnEmiEsI am a child, A mear child,EnEmiEs
in a world od adult games, air raid sirens alert, we hear over the plains, droves of people run, like animals, to hide from falling bombs.
I am one, minutes ago I was walking on childrens dreams, reality struck. running over bodies, friends, strangers, family.
My eyes swell, Rain puddles red with blood, the afternoon is dusty, sky hangs gloom, like a wreath on his door.
Air smells of death, distruction is everywhere, blood, moans, cries, PAIN. Bombs still drop. &n
loving laughterDays of sun, Nights of stars, Children's smiles, You and Me.loving laughter
Crying Clowns, Rainy Vacations, Dying Relations, You now Gone.
Man and Mistress, Milk and Water, Sea and Sewer, You with Her.
Soleless Shoes, Payless Do's, Smiling Mona, Me Alone.
Fingerless Hands, Beatless Hearts, Faceless Cards, You Alone.
Winter becomes Spring, Spring soon Summer, Summer then Fall, We are still apart.
Browling Brothers, Parodox Priests, Tourture Chambers, Though
lately
Optimism
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Proud doctor who and torchwood fan
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Proud doctor who and torchwood fan
great poems!
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I gonna fly away...one day.
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I'm gonna phoenix.
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740th MS- Death Wears Bunny Slippers
Thank you for visiting my page.
Sarah
btw why does everybody think that I'm holding a guitar on the ID?? I'm a bassplayer damnit!
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