The ReverseThe tunnel swallows the train whole. It's gnashing teeth tearing each cabin and shrouding it in darkness. Hysteria kicks in and I find myself in a labyrinth of torment.The Reverse
One of my favorite bands has a song called "To Hell We Ride". I can't help but to feel how appropriate a song like that seems right now.
I hear the reverberations of the drum beats echoing in my head. Shattering any thought I had of returning back to my old self again.
The scream of the banshee like distortion guitars tearing my soul to shreads.
I love it!
The Story of the KubalkekOnce upon the morning thunder,The Story of the Kubalkek
As the children awoke from slumber, Krept a demon on its nails, Leaving victims whining wails.
Out of bedrooms it skulked awoken, Taking with it frightful tokens of innocence, Once held by the brave of children, It's now taken enslaved.
Ticking, scratching, down the stairs, Parents sleeping unaware, Of frightful horrors of captive waken, The screaming silenced, their little ones taken.
The seething hiss of its forked tongue flailing, With every step their hope is failing, The door creeks open and its freedo
GoodnightI linger, but my shadow hits the floor like it knew my intentions,Goodnight
I am neither sleeping nor awake, simply staggering through the winters air, I stop, opening my eyes as wide to chance but viewing, I note that what I thought in fact purely is not there.
A chuckle from the voice inside me echoes through my senses, Then whispers in my ear inconceivable fabrications, The dribble falling from that echo pools subconsciously, It spills through my thoughts and infects my imagination.
The wind, blowing with rapidity, enslaves my body temperate, Forces me to will it so and prot
UnwrittenA tome of my past unwritten, A fear forgotten by the sands of time, When will my sorrow come to fruition? When will the feeling leave myself behind?Unwritten
I hold to my sorrow a key of the fallen, A key riddled with cuts and scars, When I scream, the words come out in whispers, When I whisper, the screams echo near and far.
A teardrop falls from the iris of my eye, And pools in a valley of broken deceit, What I've always wondered still questions, Why? My intentions were never to consider retreat.
Though running I am through a field of resentment, And s
New Beginnings
Content
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What is done cannot be undone so do not linger on the past, instead look to tomorrow.
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"If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."
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What is done cannot be undone so do not linger on the past, instead look to tomorrow.
[link] My Main Page
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[link] The Club I Belong To
Anyways, thanks for the watch.
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"If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."
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What is done cannot be undone so do not linger on the past, instead look to tomorrow.
[link] My Main Page
[link] My Gallery
[link] The Club I Belong To
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