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Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,
Take me down the path less traveled, walk me through the sea.
The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,
Along side the river of the damned, the water coloured red.
Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,
Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.
Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,
Drowning in it's gentle choke.
and off I'll sail.
To a valley of eternal bliss.
My WingsMoving on to better things, I'm so happy I found my wings
No need for tears, no sinking fears.
A burning passion comes in roaring fashion.
A smile I bear, free without a care.
No broken hearts, or scaring marks.
I'm moving on to better things, no more rocks upon my wings.
Teacher's pet peeve.You loathe me, you really do,
I know my presence just bothers you.
Those evil glares and little digs,
All those things to make you big.
You can poke and you can prod,
Then preach your words about your god.
You can act the little saint,
But that's something you just ain't.
You can pretend that I'm not there,
And then act like you treat us fair.
Questions of a wider scope,
Get a "no further questions" and a bible quote.
Crow like demeanour you wallow in pride,
No pity you offer, as you throw the carcass aside.
That burning hatred of me, you truly despise,
That roaring fire in your eyes.
Now tell me Miss, as it's clear to see,
Why do you really hate me?
Pass the saltAt a darkened lonely table I find myself eating
The echoes of my heart beat fill the room.
Empty eyes watch from afar,
My every move being judged.
Each thought of mine being ridiculed
The faint foot steps as my fellow guest arrives
His head toped with a silk hat,
His face illuminated by the soft candle glow.
Sunken eyes with an endless stare,
Ghostly face baring scars.
The dining table puts us miles apart
Plates were a banquet used to be filled now with mere crumbs,
Now chipped and cracked like the empire around it.
We dined on what remained of a beggars feast.
Bathed under dying candle light.
The devilish eyes that watched grew closer with each breath I took.
Before they could reach us, the candle went out.
In the darkness my guest spoke,
His only words were;
"Pass the salt"
I sayI say I don't care, but I really do.
I say I'm ok, but if you really knew.
I say that I'll wait, but it already feels so long.
I say that I can do it, but I really can't carry on.
I say that I'll stay, but I really want to go.
I say that I'm fine, but I really feel low.
I wish I could say all the things that are true, but I know that's something I could never do.
Am I?Am I strong? I feel weak.
I feel overwhelmed,
It all seems bleak.
Am I right? I feel wrong.
I’ve ruined everything,
All I loved is gone.
Am I happy? I feel sad.
I’m lonely and depressed.
It feels like I’ve lost everything I ever had.
Am I whole? I feel broken.
I feel like I’m spilt in two.
My tongue ripped out, no more words can be spoken.
Am I ever going to feel okay again?
No one knows, my dear friend
RestlessHaunting voices torment my sleep.
Growing pressures pull me to the dark so deep.
Heavy weights upon my chest.
Losing will, I cannot rest.
Nightmares grow in strong daylight.
A losing battle, one I cannot fight.
Tears do not fix, nor ease the pain.
For all I do seems in vain.
Feeling useless, feeling spent.
Would it best if I went,
Far away, never to return.
To run from the pain that bites and burns.
Far away, in a foreign bed,
Still unable to rest my head.
The maskI opened up to let you see, behind the mask, the real me.
Everyone else can see this mask for I'm afraid to reveal my past.
A pearly face and a glowing smile, Below it all a dying child.
The cracks in the mask are now starting to show, I can no longer be your glow.
For the more I fret, the weaker I get, I fear someday I shall fall, a worrying thought to lose it all.
ZL - truce[Alix, Aurelio] PAST, over 9000 years ago (bun you requested this i’m so not sorry)
“Hey,” Aurelio says softly as he sets a coffee down in front of Alix’s face and sits on the desk. “Thought you could use the pick-me-up.”
The other looks up from the appalling amount of paperwork he’s currently working (drowning) in. “Thank you,” Alix says simply and smiles at him. “It’s not as bad for today; only three o’clock and I’ve gotten through this much red tape. That’s something to be said, right?”
Aurelio nods-shrugs. “It’s still the same amount of paperwork, either way, and most of it would do better in a fire or a shredder. Or eaten. Like this.” He quickly tears out one of the coversheets and stuffs it into his mouth, chewing almost comically while he waits for his saliva to work. “Y’ see what I mean?” He evades all of Alix’s attempts to rescue the p
One of the words I’ve been keeping close to the inside of my forehead, almost between both eyes in fact, but like just above that between mark, so that when I blink I can feel the word there…is the word harmony.
It’s a word that I keep in my mind, in that spot aforementioned, not only for what harmony is all about and means and could mean and feels like and gives to me to keep in a spot that binds me to it, but for the fact that keeping one word in mind manages to make a supreme difference to how I think in everything I do and say.
Harmony is something that is. Like if I don’t think about harmony, or am not aware of harmony, it still is. Harmony was, too. I mean harmony was always there in my life, and still is. Yet I never used to hold it in my mind, or even play with its meaning or value, in my mind. So it was like it wasn’t even there, I could say. But I don’t say that, cause it was, simply cause n
Years~And as the Queen came riding up, a one eyed boy made his way over.
Y e a r s ~
And as the Queen came riding up, her humble servant bowed before her.
Babylonian Medley #3: Absolutely PositiveYou made the lentil soup yourself. No-one can make it the way that you do. A dash of this and that. Humble ingredients that are spun together to make a meal fit for a noble. At least, you think so. Many nobles have disagreed with you on the matter.
Perhaps that is why they needed to die.
It isn't that you killed them for lacking in good culinary taste or simply disagreeing with you. But they couldn't appreciate the simple things. They couldn't see the refinement of humility or the grandeur therein. This had many different consequences. One of them was that they were unable to appreciate the best things in life. Another was that you have been been killing them whenever you could get away with it.
That's life, isn't it? And it's also life that you won't be able to kill any more of them. And life that they'll die soon anyway.
It's done. Babylon the great has fallen. Your dreams of empire crushed to dust.
And here you are, all alone, eating lentil soup.
There are books all around you. Surr
Babylonian Medley #4: Land of Ten Thousand FacesYou are a Man Aside. A man aside from the mobs. A man aside from the concerns of the petty. A man aside from disorder, aside from destruction.
They call you the secret police. You know better, enough to understand how they can be right when they are so wrong.
You police the secrets. The dark corners, where fiends and malevolent stalk. There are demons in the world, you know, but there are men who would put them to shame. You are a man aside from such men.
You are a man aside from men, a man aside from yourself. For there is no Self among the Men Aside.
And when you don the mask of they that you will be, you put away your fears and jealousies to become something else.
They see a man in black and red. They see a man with a gun, with knives, with the claws and codes and authority to condemn them to darkness forever. They see your mask, and think you a faceless enforcer of the authority that dare not speak its name.
They see you, and they do not understand that you are a Man Aside from all
Babylonian Medley #1: Sixteen HoursBabylonian Medley: Sixteen Hours
He began his watch before the sun did. The heat of the day had yet to come, and the vanguard winds of a distant storm made the night air even colder than usual. His coat was buttoned tightly, but the cold bit his bones regardless.
More of them would be caught by the storm than would make it here safely, he knew, but for the sake of the lucky few that reached this harbor he would have to wait. Standing there in the dark, it weighed heavily upon him all the more knowing that this would be the final rescue. All available intelligence reported that any route of escape past Damocles' army had disappeared. Anyone who had failed to make it out by now had lost any chance of flight, and anyone left on the sea when the storm hit would be in worse straits than those still under siege.
He checked his watch. There was still no natural light with which to see, but his goggles compensated for that. It was an hour before dawn when the first band of ref
hope is kind of hopelessYou really wouldn’t mind if the screechers came and killed you right now. If they tore you to pieces, ripping through the delicate flesh of your throat and infected you with the only other poison you could decipher as harmful, that would be just fine. The virus, along with the bitter cold despair you’ve felt and have been feeling for as long as you could remember. All your memories of the times before the disaster have faded out of existence, and for the longest time you felt hollow, like you weren’t full. Full of hope and love and comfort like the rest of the others. The feelings of grief, remorse and sorrow have been coming ever closer, day by day, to replacing the cracks where your forgiveness used to be and filling you to the brim with nothing but terror and fright. You have to live every day like this, and to you, it’s okay. You’ve been through worse and you’d be a fatuous coward to back out now.
And to you, it’s all the same, these past f
Room at the Bottom of the UniverseThere is a room at the bottom of the universe. Ive seen it. Despite the location it’s a strangely familiar place. Just as real as this experience seems, but it takes a lot to get there. Although Im grateful, I have no intentions of returning. I’m just happy they decided to let me leave.
Standing naked in a sandstorm. It was the surreal feeling that had come over me within seconds after the light. With a breath, I fell backwards against the blankets of sand. I wasn’t moving, but I was still falling. Drifting for a moment through the oceans of time, askew to the currents. I remember distinctly thinking I was stuck here…between this world …and the next.
Around me as far as the eye can see feet without blood and the overwhelming sound of a checkout scanner in a market of bananas. Fractal patterns made of the gears of man. The cogs of which are ranges, connected at the waist. Engineered with the sole function of turning endlessly. Although just fo
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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