Right, so I am not a big story writer. But this is my *first* one. Might add more one time. No number rating :P Only C/C Wisom, Veracity - 29.03.2005 Sons of Wisdom, time to wake Snow from winterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s slumber shake From your shoulders, slim and sharp Awakened by the angelÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s harp Ignored you were by ignorant blind Your bones were sharper than their mind Clouded eyes refused to see Your torment and your agony But now your time is drawing near Repay the anger and the fear Gilded chariots carry your wrath And diamond-stud your epitaph The wisdom suffering made clear Flows from your face in golden tears To knowledge impart on ears of lead Deafer than the decayed dead Daughters of Veracity, aid your brothers Impetuous spawn of your dearest motherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Delicate flowers with an iron core YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve fought that battle long before Jaws wired shut with rust Insides that have turned to dust Upon your age-old grave you may With your bloodied brothers lay And those mortals will never know The pain you hid beneath the snow And those mortals dare not ask What lies under BeautyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s mask Untitled (From You) - 21.05.2005 Hand her a flower, Watch the petals, fallen. Let the sun shine through, The black curtains drawn. The rapturous voice, From the body so marred. Fair smooth flesh, Burnt, cracked, charred A white pure dove, In a cage, trapped, dying. A lost young child, Impurity, from lying. A once flowering field, Now drowns in mud. And the glistening snow, Is stained with blood. A little morbid eh.... WR - 03.12.2005 Wrists are nothing but bone and skin. Arms long and lean. Only a little bit left, A little more to go. Legs are thin and weak, Little more, Bit more to whittle away. Destruction can be such a beautiful thing. Chiseled and aware, The sheathing giving away and disappearing Summoning the courage to do it. And the knife falls to the floor. To show the beautiful structure underneath Escape - 09.03.2006 Escape this world; escape this place. See the tear stream down her face. Giving in to perfection. Fallen prey of destruction. So much sorrow with many regrets. Promises made, but never kept. Searching for comfort, longing for peace. Her silent scream will never cease. Escape this world of much disgrace. One last time, escape this place. You play with chance, like Russian roulette. Replacing one habit for another. You know this life won't last forever. So, there you went, you opened up to find resolution, to make amends. But, secretly knowing this will never end. For Shiva Freedom, justice? We'll see - 31.03.2006 Lock me up Throw away the key ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s just my life I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t need If it makes you feel good If it makes you feel better To sit there and lie ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s pointless for me A waste of my energy To fight for my life ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s not about whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s right ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s your competition and sin When you win It makes not difference If itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a lie If itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s justified Will it be your word? Or mine? Never - ever write something for you best friend at 06:33 in the morning! It will end up like this.
