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AssassinA deadly sort of beautiful stealth.
A cunning kind of silent persiscion.
A spinning stlye of burning fight.
I'm an assassin, running free tonight.
Past the moon, across the stars
Running with blades and a metalic heart
Gliding over tiled rooves.
Others have tried to lure me away
Claim the prize
But the loot only matters to the pirates and the theives
I have class (with a few lies).
I have fought back against their twisted games
Dark alleyways, or rich mansions,
They're all the same.
What this world really needs is an assassin.
Black and White (and gray)Rotten and falling apart at the seams,
No longer are my senses keen.
Even if I've turned into an animal,
I can never have enough, I'm never full.
I'm numb from death, cold from frost,
All I can think about is feeding before I get lost;
In the mist.
In the ghosts.
All I see is black and white,
And it's so blurry, especially at my hunger's height.
I've learned to live with death in the gray,
Because when you're a zombie, there isn't any other way.
RunawayI guess everything they said was right.
I can see the end in sight.
Burning bridges with fire and ice.
This apocolypse thing is kinda nice.
Everything for me is done.
My last bullet has fallen into the sun.
And with my dying breath I plan to yell:
"Runaway, run like hell."
Run far away.
Past the death, burning, and decay.
We fought as soldiers once before,
Promising not to abandon one to win the other's war.
But don't stand with me.
Don't be a hero, don't save the day.
I tried to be your savior once.
I held you in my soul with every ounce.
But the theives of virtue came and robbed me.
And if you let them, they'll rob you, too.
They'll come and take your moon.
They'll track you with the mistakes you hide.
They'll steal your life and hurt your pride.
So, you'd better run.
For your life.
Before they pull the curtain, draw the knife.
And don't you dare follow me to the other side.
All is lost.
Because the Brides are Veiled in White.
It was such a tragic, frightening sight.
And they refused to Ask Alexandria,
And Valentines never showed; my Bullet has been lost under the snow.
When I was at SLeep, the Sirens turned off.
And I could only use Four Fingers to deliver the Death Punch.
On the Dance Floor, no one spilt Blood.
The Fate was unEscapable,
Not that I really could.
This caused a great Panic at the Disco.
Now, My Romance is Natural,
The Horizon was never Brought to Me
Who am I supposed to call?
Because there were just Mice and Men,
We could not light the Fire of Memphis May,
as We Came as Romans.
So, the Skillet is cold,
And they already Hired an Icon,
So where am I supposed to go?
Now everyone is standing in the Park of Linkin.
No one can Fall in Revers,
And All the Abandoned Ships are sinking.
So right now, alone, all I hear is the Silence of Suicide,
And in this Spoof of broken jokes, I shall ever abide.
The Art of DyingSlowly, at first, the light will leave your eyes,
And you may be surprised to find the cold it leaves behind.
Next, let go of every dream, fancy, and whisy,
Everything will turn black and white, once the colors bleed away.
After impact, the sad fact you'll come to terms with next,
Is the devastating blow of being alone, with no place to call home.
Finally, a gentle pair of arms will crease around you;
Leading you back to the lands of virtue.
Don't fight it:
You may go the other way,
Down the wrong path,
Across the wrong avenue.
A writter's faultThe hardest part of writing
is not the story line or the plot.
It's not the characters, the setting.
The places you draw a lot.
It isn't about the seasons that make the story change,
and certainly not the years that pass.
It's not the coming of age
your characters go through when dealing with their past.
The hardest part isn't the beginning.
It's not the daring hearoes, or the dual personality villians.
No, actually, it's what you do;
the words that you write to make one character fall,
the one that answers to his Call.
The hardest thing is killing them off,
When they really shouldn't have died at all.
the ballad of revengemy haeart is parylized
go on, and end my life
your words are sharp as knives.
they leave me cold and blind.
daring, hopeless dreams
they fall like tattered hearts,
were once light, but now are dark.
your blood was poisoness;
i simply must confess.
and though your heart is still,
the revenge was better than the kill.
LifeEveryday I learn from the wise
Get taught by the young
Tricked by the sly
Loved by the brave
Am saved by heroes
Honored by kings
Adored by goddesses
Scammed by the greedy
Begged by the poor
Hated by theives
Imagined by poets.
I laugh with the old
Cry with the stupid
Fall in love with the special
Kill the great
Maul the smart
Push the meek
Slaughter the strong.
I have traveled the world and the seven seas
Roamed the Everglades
Hunted in the Far North
Stared at the Seven Wonders of the World
Walked the Sahara
Climbed Mt. Everest
Swam the Nile
And lived through Armageddon.
I am Life.
I have been
And will be.
One word will never describe me, however, and that one word is nothing.
SkyrimIn the tombs of the dead
and the caves of the feral,
with every last word you have.
Let them taste of your voice, your steel, your spakrs,
till you're down to your very last arrow.
The dragons are back,
And the war rages on,
The Holds are no longer safe.
But comes forth the Dragonborn, firey and bright,
To fight them, or die, staying strong.
Whether you dine with the Jarls,
or run with the Guilds.
Be you Stormcloak or Imperial bred,
Whether you heed to the Daedra or follow the Divine,
You must defeat Alduin and cut off his head.
The bordering peaks at the Rim of the Sky
hold our home and our unbreakable pride.
May the enemy hear our responding cry,
as we cut them down with hate in our eyes.
Human Hellour ancesters foretold the end
the day the sun would descent
and the world would blend
in darkness that never ends
humans have made enough mistakes
and the gods make sure they know there place
as all of the other realms stand face to face
menkind will have oblivion to embrace
angels from above will rain like fire
skeletons will come from the ground inspired
Demons will bring chaos and there's no denial
humans can't run, there's nothing left to defile
when the Undead comes, the Revolution will begin
all of the humans that have Sinned
will die in flames of our kin
and the world will peel of it's skin
the survivors of the Apocalypse have only one hope
stay hidden and don't let screams be known
for the world has changed from a human home
to a horror unknown
The Undead Revolution has called it's bell
the corrupted souls have been selled
stand attention Undead men
Welcome, to the Human Hell
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart out
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
blackBlack is the colour of my life, my mind
Black is all colours
absorbing the full spectrum of lives and worlds
thinking about them all
but never telling
never giving back
Selfish to the end.
I am Jack, the darkest of all shadows
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
DreamsMagic colors all around,
Make waves of secret dreams.
They come from little whispered sounds,
Ripping at the seams.
My greatest hopes drowned like kisses,
Rising through my head.
Bringing out my inner wishes,
Leaving me left alive or for dead.
Whisper thoughts and whisper dreams,
Magic colors at the seams.
Bring to life wishes I keep,
Both while awake and while asleep.
honor is a cold cloakand i stood
in freezing barns
drinking in your
'til the ice sank
into my spine
and your coal-dark
the only warmth
and night fell
as the promise
of hot drinks
from your tongue,
and though my
to warm my hands
i only smiled and
that if i followed you
where the wood
and the light danced
on the walls
i would kiss you
and you would
she never deserved you.
but i also knew
that if i walked away
Secret HeartSecret Heart
You’re stuck in my mind
Like gum to the sidewalk,
You’ll only come off if someone pulls hard enough,
And even then not entirely.
I’ve tried erasing you,
But I’ve only got a broken board duster
And a creaky, squeaky board of memories;
A heart you are imprinted on.
If I would tell you how much you still mean to me,
Would you leave her,
The one you moved on with,
And come back to the one who gave herself for you?
Would you appreciate the love-notes under cups of tea,
Or would you chuck them away as if then mean nothing?
Would you come back,
Or are we too damaged for each other?
Yet still I love you and long for your touch,
Your warm hug and the slimy kisses
Where I would have preferred soft, gentle whispers on my lips.
But now the secret’s out,
And still you’ll never know;
I love you still in that secret place in my heart
Where you will always reside.
LoveI love you
In all your faults, in all your fears, in all your broken promises
And I will always love you as long as you continue to let me
And maybe even a little longer
I never thought you were perfect
But you're perfect for me
I know we could be perfect together
So don't hide, don't be afraid, I will always love you
Exactly as you are
The good and the bad
I love everything about you
Surely that isn't so hard to understand?
Enough is EnoughAt times it feels as if I'm losing sight. As if that passion that burns in the pit of my stomach is beginning to lose some of it's sting. Those ardent wandering thoughts, lucid visions of having my words seen amongst the ranks of adoring fans, seem to become pale carrion remains. Where is the push I need to regain my backbone? To stand up to the obstacles in my way and continue on?
Oh God, the journey, the fucking journey.
Tell me again I'm great,
so I can keep pushing forward.
I expect too much of myself sometimes. That aching, longing, never satiated hunger,
fuckjustputmeinthespotlight and I promise I will shine again.
To those who told me I would never amount to anything, that the decisions I make are wrong, that everything I do is wrong, I will do far more than prove you wrong.
Well in the end I continue on this path, with no destination in sight.
Magellan himself could not navigate these waters, and I'm done treading slow. I'll go straight to the deep e
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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