

Earth of FireStained with the blood of tomorrowEarth of Fire
Countless hearts throb with the sorrow Children born to a world of fire
With no hope of a great messier
Views distorted by power
While the earth cowers
Crushed by the waves of pressure.
Hurt to a point you can not measure. Crippled by the angst of years
Insane by the tempest of fears This world’s clearly fake
Life isn’t there for the take!
Disturbed by the fact and the lies. Ignoring the child that sits and cries What kind of god turns away And makes his creation pay
Deception is the only su


Haunted VoicesI sit and watch the flame flicker,Haunted Voices
A lone candle set on a table,
I can hear my breath and my heart beat. I sit and stare to the blandness of my walls, With only the dark in me stirring slowly.
An echo in the distance… A forgotten voice that calls to me. No, not to me, it calls through me, To the darkness I store within.
The darkness that I try to abandon
Darkness that I had long ago banished, Darkness that has grown inside me everyday,
Its like a child to me, I have nurtured it,
And I have watched it grow.
Watched it grow in to the power t


The Death Of A CorpseDeath of a corpseThe Death Of A Corpse
In the dark I sit and stare. At these four walls they seem so bare. I don’t know why I linger here, My purpose in life seemed so clear. Then in the corner of my eye, a figure. A figure that just points and sniggers.
I turn to look, to see its face, But all I see is empty space. I try to move, I try to speak But I fall, my voice so meek As stare more figures appear. They look down on me and begin to sneer.
I close my eyes and wish for a way. To be heard, to make them go away
I force my eyes to see again. But t


AnxiousMy head spins and my hands shake. My temperature rises, my blood begins to bake. A bead of sweat drips, And my grasp on my nerves slips. Thoughts of failure and torment arise. Blocking out all desires of claiming my prize. For weeks now I have been in solitude.Anxious
My world shook by a quake of a huge magnitude My life torn away from me, There’s someone else who everyone wants me to be. I can’t take the all the pressure they place on me They have crippled me why can’t they see. I sit and stare blankly at the desk, Hoping for a crack for my thoughts to rest. I look
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Remember: there is no spoon - only you are bent
...The fine line between genius and insanity is measured only by success...
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"There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."
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