The angels are singing me to sleep melodies of peace and love, grace and mercy. "Do not be afraid. He will never leave you. Not even through death's door." Quakes may make me stumble but carried I will be. The angels are singing me to sleep. Waves crash and knock me back.. But the angels are singing me to sleep..
As I sit here watching the sands of time slowly fill the hour glass counting down this life. The beginning of the end. Each Grain of sand dragging me into the past like a murderer dragging a deadbody in a blue bag.
These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming! Her face, Her smile, Her pain
You lost it all, lie in the bed you made deal with the guilt. Noooo!! These scars may bleed every time memories feed upon them, but I won't give in guilt and sadness will not devour me These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming! your strength is like wax it will melt away I reply: your words are like water they evaporate into the air These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming!!
Radiant sun rising, beaming light, Piercing the darkness Some still live in darkness, light never penetrates through their shadows. No sweet symphonies colorful melodies non existent, lifeless gray tarnished white canvas tears flowing gnashing of teeth mournful wails... Emptiness..
Smoke rises, Ash burns by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
Smoke rises, Ash burns
Grief and shame weighing down
heavily around my neck
this noose tightens as
I breathe in smoke
and exhale ash
Silence, sincerity, pain,
all that remains within
My inmost being
This is how it concludes
on a chariot of fire
rushing in a violent
wind into the clouds
gather round, gather round
I will tell you a story
that may haunt you
draining all happiness or sanity
where morales cease to exist
when bliss turns to myth
Fear, Despair, Sadness
the only truths at the end
bend reality and twist time
causing it to flow in reverse
or possibly flowing forward
distorted into shapes, figures
abstract, erasing the concrete
flee before it is too late
or forever be trapped in the black void
Red paint, white canvas by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
Red paint, white canvas
Let's paint a portrait
I have many expressions
Only one feeling
Down in the depths
Of my being,
I find myself foul
Wretched, Unwanted
I'm sinking, let me drown
Gasping for breath
No need for saving
Did this to myself
Get away from me
You disgust me
Don't leave me
Come back
Don't forsake me
what is this i feel?
is it sadness'
fear, or hope?
the past is overwhelming
pinning me against these lies
burning my flesh rising
into the skies
up in smoke in sense
similar to incense burning
O Lord, I beseech thee
send your mercy and love
to restore and cleanse
the guilt, the pain
remind me of your unfailing love
through your promises,
from the skies
Don't let this feeling feed
the flies of he who
destroys the body,
who damages the soul.
The one in flames,
constantly afire,
spreading throughout the forest
that is my wandering spirit
Until I am one with you.
One in spirit adjacent to
your holy, sinless, perf
Life soars with narrow wings
It glides smooth
Until pain crashes upon life
Striking swiftly as lightning
On the tree tops
Rising up in smoke, in flames
Weightless!
Rockslide overwhelming
Weightless!
Agony creating
Tears, and blood painting
What can not be spoken
The sky is Falling by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
The sky is Falling
The sky is falling
fiery agony consumes
his soul, encased in sorrow,
covered in blood, like looking through glass all can see him
and he them, cries out for release
but to no avail, they can not hear
His screams, in silence, in pain
all tremble and beware
the sky is falling
The angels are singing me to sleep melodies of peace and love, grace and mercy. "Do not be afraid. He will never leave you. Not even through death's door." Quakes may make me stumble but carried I will be. The angels are singing me to sleep. Waves crash and knock me back.. But the angels are singing me to sleep..
As I sit here watching the sands of time slowly fill the hour glass counting down this life. The beginning of the end. Each Grain of sand dragging me into the past like a murderer dragging a deadbody in a blue bag.
These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming! Her face, Her smile, Her pain
You lost it all, lie in the bed you made deal with the guilt. Noooo!! These scars may bleed every time memories feed upon them, but I won't give in guilt and sadness will not devour me These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming! your strength is like wax it will melt away I reply: your words are like water they evaporate into the air These walls keep screaming! screaming! Screaming!!
Radiant sun rising, beaming light, Piercing the darkness Some still live in darkness, light never penetrates through their shadows. No sweet symphonies colorful melodies non existent, lifeless gray tarnished white canvas tears flowing gnashing of teeth mournful wails... Emptiness..
Smoke rises, Ash burns by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
Smoke rises, Ash burns
Grief and shame weighing down
heavily around my neck
this noose tightens as
I breathe in smoke
and exhale ash
Silence, sincerity, pain,
all that remains within
My inmost being
This is how it concludes
on a chariot of fire
rushing in a violent
wind into the clouds
gather round, gather round
I will tell you a story
that may haunt you
draining all happiness or sanity
where morales cease to exist
when bliss turns to myth
Fear, Despair, Sadness
the only truths at the end
bend reality and twist time
causing it to flow in reverse
or possibly flowing forward
distorted into shapes, figures
abstract, erasing the concrete
flee before it is too late
or forever be trapped in the black void
Red paint, white canvas by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
Red paint, white canvas
Let's paint a portrait
I have many expressions
Only one feeling
Down in the depths
Of my being,
I find myself foul
Wretched, Unwanted
I'm sinking, let me drown
Gasping for breath
No need for saving
Did this to myself
Get away from me
You disgust me
Don't leave me
Come back
Don't forsake me
what is this i feel?
is it sadness'
fear, or hope?
the past is overwhelming
pinning me against these lies
burning my flesh rising
into the skies
up in smoke in sense
similar to incense burning
O Lord, I beseech thee
send your mercy and love
to restore and cleanse
the guilt, the pain
remind me of your unfailing love
through your promises,
from the skies
Don't let this feeling feed
the flies of he who
destroys the body,
who damages the soul.
The one in flames,
constantly afire,
spreading throughout the forest
that is my wandering spirit
Until I am one with you.
One in spirit adjacent to
your holy, sinless, perf
Life soars with narrow wings
It glides smooth
Until pain crashes upon life
Striking swiftly as lightning
On the tree tops
Rising up in smoke, in flames
Weightless!
Rockslide overwhelming
Weightless!
Agony creating
Tears, and blood painting
What can not be spoken
The sky is Falling by wilhelmthefallen, literature
Literature
The sky is Falling
The sky is falling
fiery agony consumes
his soul, encased in sorrow,
covered in blood, like looking through glass all can see him
and he them, cries out for release
but to no avail, they can not hear
His screams, in silence, in pain
all tremble and beware
the sky is falling
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