

Ruin's of a soulTime slows down as the blade swings down, Blood drifts through the golden air, The pupils contract and the tendons tense, Sweat runs down the dust covered hair.Ruin's of a soul
Your life screeches past your eyes, Places and faces begging tribute, What is and was you cant deny, The pleasures and horrors feel acute.
For duty and honour cycles in your head, While self and conscience beat in your heart, The internal battle dulls the external war, The fire of rage scars your soul into cruel art.
It was you or him to be condemned, The lucky git, your soul cries


ReleaseIf you try to keep peace prepare for war, Even though thats what friends are for, Try not to seem too angry or martial, So now we fight, we fight as the impartial.Release
I couldnt care less about your damn dignity, You cock up your loss youll have to pay the fee, So I dont see why you need to go on at me, Its your own problem born of your own stupidity.
Dont try to persuade me because I couldnt care less, What you think Ill like or what would be best,
In the vague hope ill agree with your opinionated mess, I


The rumble of gunsThe announcer of battle is the rumble of guns, Followed by the explosions like suns, The end of countless lives, Results of political knives,The rumble of guns
Later there will be scars on your chest, Shrapnel piercing your vest, In this endless unrest, But you still try your best,
The barren air fills with lead, Streaming past your head, But your have to try, If you dont want to die,
Adapt and evolve to survive, Become like a bee in a hive, From many to one, Become a legion,
There is a dark power here, A beat thats not


So you are still aliveI look over the dead city, Rain washing away the blood and dust, And the flashes of guns from empty buildings, And fallen friends stacked dead from their blood lust But I fight, I fight, so you are still alive.So you are still alive
The pack digs into my back, Dragging my feet through mud and sand, And crossing seas and vast plains, To fight in a strange and hostile land, But I march, I march, so you are still alive.
We are outnumbered ten to one, The enemy pouring over the valleys crest, Charging towards us with guns and bloody knives, And looking at the cold knife s


Death part 1 of 2Cold fingers grasp desperately on the thread, It represents a life not owned by you. Frantic pleads escape your blue lips, The knife is here and the thread is cut.Death part 1 of 2
Deafening sobs now fill this chamber, Standing over I take pleasure in your distress. A shrieking soul falls from above, He, once your love, joins my collection.
I glide closer to you, time passing painfully slow, Black robes cloak my body, my eyes are blank. I am the end, the final vision witnessed by souls, For I am that, which rules the underworld.


SLOW DANCEHave you ever watched kids On a merry -go-round? Or listened to the rain tapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight Or gazed at the sun into the fading light? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.SLOW DANCE
Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask"How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores
Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short


The meaning of true loveThe meaning of true loveThe meaning of true love
I love you is a statement that is both overused and not used enough. Many people take these three words for granted not knowing what damage they can do. The saying sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me doesnt apply to this phrase. love is an emotion and many people feel love for pets, friends and family. However true love is almost a completely different emotion. This emotion is usually directed towards another person who is not a relative of yours. While both these versions of love are th


needs title ... part 2The branches seemed to be arranged in such a way that they shaded the figure sitting against the tree so what he could see was limited. The figure was alone and sat still as though sleeping. He stared until about two minutes later when she moved. He could now just make out her face, the gaps in the leaves allowed just enough light in to illuminate her pretty features and for him to see clearer. Now standing she seemed to be around 5 foot 5 inches high, her long hair was the darkest brown and her skin was somewhat paler than he thought it should be. Her hand resting on the bark she was looking upwards towards the pale sky and the newly risen sneeds title ... part 2
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Well i have some stories...none that good obviously. Read em if you feel up to it... Thanks for even reading this...
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A friend isn't the one who bails you out of jail but the person sitting next to you saying "Our parents are going to kill us!"
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