Write To This Picture: August '06
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Write to this picture by Daniel Sinoca for August
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clutchin only my on belongings, i sit at a gaze/
watchin, at armegeddon, knowing that soon this day.. .. was coming, planes ascent, and dust & smoke seattle/ too long i've meddled, and now is time to pay da debt my life in ex-change for for another birth to conjure/ this is only a pattern, death it self is the cure |
Headless ghosts fill the halls Shadow plays of grief and pain
Phantom speaks his final note Tenants of the castle slain Lost souls will all be told Black cats will appear For a haunting we will go As the witching hour nears See their dreams come to life Under pressure holding tight Feel the cold grabbing hold To feed you to the haunting night Evil witch black as pitch Burning fire rising higher Starts a fire with a flinch Making music like a choir |
Memories of the days
these hallways was filled with laughter Stories of happily ever after replaced by disaster The lonely puppet master sits and plays his accordion faster then ever before cause there's a war Tearin down his door Allot of people fightin but do they know what for He wonders once more as he watches the enemy soar in on wings created by the dreamers dreams his song he sings Sad and slow Cause he knows as his emotions over flow This could be his last show So he loses control & just lets go Bare soled his hands are old But the Knowledge they hold could never be sold for any amount of gold So if the truth be told Yeah, The futures cold But to live life is to live it bold |
Lost In Eternal Skies
Lost in an eternal warfare, the sky protruding from all these lies. I look into the bitter sadness, blood leaking from within my eyes. I despise all these battle cries and the skies as I gaze upon death. Weeping my heart off on the lost embodiments of my sons flesh. Yet, as I look up into the heavens, it is I who must be in question. The aggression is my confession as I clutch hold to my possessions. This expression of the world apocalypse has painted the sky above. My shelter torn apart like that lone chamber that pumps my blood. All this torment and agony, ripping my eyes out all this insanity. My love ones gone, no more families, all hope is lost for humanity. And I fear this'll be my deathbed, I can't stand to live any longer. So, I kneel down and ask for repentance to my God Thy Father. Please take my existence away, no man can endure this terror. Heavenly father do you see these mistakes and all these errors? And now as I firmly gaze at the blackest day of this dark sky. An expression bolds into the clouds as I watch life pass me by. I now have finally seen the Almighty God, as I sit down and cry. My Father is taking me to heaven.......... .....................................And I, the Son of God will finally die. |
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