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Torn PagesThe twisted sinful stare,
Called out from under there,
Time flew by so fast,
The lie came back from the past,
Try to understand,
They only held you'r hand,
Nothing ended well,
It all went straight to hell,
Little crying lamb,
Never made the leap,
Now that little lamb,
Has gone back to sleep.
A simple story played out,
With pages all were ripped out,
It never went you'r way,
Now you burn it all away.
Raining SparksPlay the song,
Call to arms,
Everything is burning,
Don't you go,
Stay right here,
Never saw it coming,
In the end,
We'll all smile,
Never saw it changing,
It all will fall in place,
Just to find,
It never really stopped raining.
A New BeginningHe was left all alone,
He was thrown off his thrown,
Never felt ground before,
Never cared about much,
Now he's soft to the touch,
He never talked to those below him,
They never cared much for him,
But on the same level,
It felt like a sin,
How short is this story,
How long will this last,
How quick will the storm come back from their past.
He doesn't look so evil,
They don't look so bad.
His face was a mask before,
He wore an expression so stern,
But now he doesn't seem so threatening.
ArtMy pencil is broken,
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.
Glass and PaperBeing around is like handling fragile glass,
If i get too close i get nervous,
If i try and help you get off the ground i might drop you,
If you shatter i'll panic,
And cleaning up the pieces is so dangerous.
Talking to you is like standing on the edge of a cliff,
I can't be too careless,
I'll fall and end it all.
To you i'm like thin tracing paper,
You're scared to be around me,
Because you have to be gentle,
I tear much too easy,
And you can try and fix me,
But i won't be perfect.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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