Am i just a player in The game or am i only the game being played just as charades conveys, I somewhat control my surroundings do i see what no one else sees, can i sense another soul hiding inside ones mind, I feel as though im dancing with the devil himself while god plays his concerto tip toe tap so low rings from the bowels of his violin strings, only by these means hell yells and sings, ol burnin fire forces them to tire falling to thier burning knees like churches choir, my palms catch me once more, fingers flat melting atop this mountains hot, damn this firery breeze, my bones became frozen one with solid rock, no more skin in between regretful deeds, im bad to my bones, no brain inside my skull to tell me please, stop ur pleads, this troubled skull has character as if bone could show sorrow, it seems shaped by the madness,true not one soul told , as if its mold developed from hatred, vain, and gain, where eyes once sat blue as clear skies, now lay sockets so deep and dark, even night seems bright silver, tall trees couldnt help but to shiver, no wind tried to blow, not a flower dared to sow, the creatures knew, they found his gaze and never stopped staring, he never seemed to move the world couldnt stop to look an tic tic toc ran times clock, it was an eternity till the skeleton spoke those words, the voice to strong it broke my minds fog, clear thoughts wisper in through the dark, remember all those who had the devils mark
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 06:07:54 +0000
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