It was a dark room, but she was br… There was only nothing in this roo… I could see her eyes. I could se… All her radiance felt warm. Soot… I craved her warmth. I walked to…
I stare at the sand upon these bla… I sit on their crippled and bent a… Think still on the words that thei… And sit in the dark as a common wa… The day is not bright, so it seems…
We all have our kingdom, We all had a childhood inside, One that, when seems to be forgott… Surprises us with the gift of life And It is clean
Against my will I act like me I am not who I pretend I am only a humanoid on the inside I am a human on the out I see something in me
I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
Dearly Beloved, The sand is not hot, The water, not wet. A beach, it is not. The battles lie fought
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away