Cannae piosenki

As seen before in a dream I awaken to the sound of the door The eyes of a woman Capture all movement And infect me with a nervous quiver No words spoken through her lips A sarcastic grin told the thoughts For one second as she crept I saw my reflection from a...

Handed black flowers Lined with dead moss They release the pungent stench of disease Scorched by the sun Decayed to ashes Animated sleeves of despair But with each chapter We learn much more But it brings us closer to the end Edge burned photos They show the...

In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with no chance, earth wisked away by winds of ignorance. A portrait of blindness we all possess, and then the all...

Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess it's proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper. Pen strokes mark away and with every lette...

The finest minds never think alike Always a conflict of interest Behold they come together as one It's a revolution that has started We nurture buried in the underground A place where your rules don't apply Thieves crooks the criminal minded A breed they would...

Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right. Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched across the face with puppet strings holding each side up. My head fills with images of old horror films. A sm...

Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin manifesting on my insides, they grow and...

One out of a million, they don't see me. I am to this world as a raindrop is to your forehead. Suppressed only by myself. I need to let me out, out of the sky falling. Time and mind seperated only by night and day. They all seem the same to me, no matter what...

We have gambled with the cards The cards that have been dealt to us But who knows how long the chips will last When I look back to see through Can see right to the inside What an ugly picture it is The flames of remorse still blacken families It's been told in...

Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of false prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we should live by. If religion is the cure for...

Methods of self preservation Survival doesn't adhere to the weak Revenge sounds good as a motive Each of us live our own timeline There's no way to escape Decorate your own paper savior Forgives you for all of your sins Dead bodies left for a trail Children's...

Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes where did it go Mindless people They shake hands and smile I should introduce myself with a slap A nation of a million fools Programmed by the media's mainline Logic and reason How does it esc...

Today is the day to throw Away what's left inside Gather all the things that The things that still preside We have to choose our sides though Though we never split It's an equal division of mind and spirit Welcome this world pulls us together Our mortality is...

Troubleshooting death, it lets you find what makes you want more. Stay alive for ten minutes, then die in five. A minute never seemed so long when sitting at the bottom of a fresh hourglass. Hold enough breath to get to the bottom and not enough to get back. F...

The lack of desire pushed down Pushed down on your face Dark scenarios constructed on fates dime Changing all that's around you Hope seems so far from here When will this agony cease How can I fill this void Suicide infects my mind Poisoning all that's left i...

A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated dolls. Arson on action figures. So told, not acceptable act...