WalkingOffAPrecipice

War Why is it that our ears are deafened when the word is whispered The cries of the lifeless ring out into our lives but are never received The brave movement is silenced and buried, buried deep By the cold solace of soil Where are the flags now? Where are the medals? No, our soldiers are caged under stone Labelled; Anon Religion; Anon Blood type: Anon The sea of misery has left our shores, as we are overcome by a tide of meaninglessness And the movement is regenerated, like a child from the womb. Blank and eager, Dancing As the soldiers remain, ever remaining, never erased from the stone Turning in tormentent they are igno

Tick Tock Wake up, Beautiful. This is the real world now.   Only connect. Drip drop Let the world flurish In it's blissful ignorance. Only connect. Only connect This can't be it.

These walls are getting thinner Every single day But to rip out from within my coffin Would be the same cliche I must struggle forward Forgiving those i may A force controls our beings To watch life die away. I must rip up my battle plans Forget the enemy Rebirth from my vengeful state Neglect the hateful me This tormenting challenge Was my destiny Passionate times have come and gone Placidity is the key. You may not have a future You can't disrupt the flow You have to sink to the bottom Where your soul can never grow Life's unending questions Must remain unknown Until your life sustains the lie And you can fly down to

It's a wonderful gift, These hands of mine. Mass produced tools Or the artist of time? Electrical signals To love or leave Wasted mastery But the skill did achieve Summery days Indulge the senses Freshly cut grass Clear silences The grip of anger The throb of power Capable of alot, These hands of ours.

 The churches lined the great river that roused the first lungs to start thier long and steady oscillation that breathed life into the first baby. The aerial beauty captured in the intricate details of the church walls. The walls that we hoped would lock out the devil from our pure city. However, were we so naive as to compare the strength of steel to that of the devil's? The churches were the only protection we had, so delusional dreams of safety should be forgiven. This day was like any other, the afternoon sun was slowly setting into the hills and was casting an orange glow onto the church steeples. The bustle on the streets was slowly dim

Can you remember? All them years back. When we were just kids, playing in the sun. When I used to dream about how wonderful the world was going to be. But still, I can rest when i think about them days. Sitting with my hand in yours on the grass that was golden from the afternoon sun. The thought that it would never happen again. That It would never be the same. The innocence of ours movement and how everything fitted together. But i've grown to hate and decieve. Now i cause other people as much pain as they caused me. But I can, as im sitting in this lonely house, let my mind fly away to those blissful days and remember h

  This island is so pretty, it's such a shame that I have no one to feel and understand the complexities of it's beauty with. The deep, green river encircles my island, my peacefully dead Island. The water slipping over the smooth grey rocks, barely making a sound, but somehow powerfully tearing through my concentration of the three cold, imprisoning walls. I sit slouched in my chair, the sharp angles that dig into my spine are the only things that are keeping me from falling onto the ground. I watch in my vaunting mirror the lives of so many others, and still I cannot have that myself. My life remains here, in my home, in my prison

"Let the icy exterior of fate devour my last hope" Said upon an adolescent shore Never to be said again. Never more, never more. And so it was, the tide crashed on top of her dreams, And dispersed them on the sea-floor A naivety, a suicide The suffocating power of fate, she ignored. Clumsily she fell into fate's trap of the deadly sea To fight in humanity's war A martyr, or a child? To be presented lifelessly on the shore.

Where can I begin? You're my one and only Shield From this cruel world. Your sweet confidense At battling this icy battle field You'll never know But I do love you more Don't fear life and what it holds, My dear. I'll be there, so don't be weary My saviour, my Mary.