Post by Seiji Tetsujin on Oct 20, 2010 9:59:00 GMT -5
Feel free to comment and rate. Each and every one was written by me, Matthew Gold.
All of the following are purely mine. If anyone wants to use one for anything at some time, (Doubtful, but I feel I should has disclaimer) contact me and ask for permission, please.
None are named, as I prefer to let my work speak for itself rather than a mangled title.
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Welcome to life,
Where nobody cares,
Cut, beaten and bleeding,
But no one is there,
You die all alone, knife in your side,
Welcome to life, Too bad you died.
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A red knife to break their spirit,
A memory of a sanguine dance,
This presentation of fleeting life,
A Serenade of Blood.
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What's become of this world, when fools become king?
Ideas collide, walls are formed, and spirits are broken.
Never again, united as one.
Now we fall, deeper into despair. And then the world fell silent.
All but one voice died out in unison.
The voice that remained was the voice of humanity.
Its wretched wails and screams echoed throughout the world.
To this day, it screams.
The belief that saftey will come is a crippling condition.
There is no safety, and we are doomed.
We cannot hide from the things that be.
We can avoid nothing.
We can crawl along with this crippling blow we have been delievered, or we can just wait to die.
Hope is often wasted on the hopeless.
My name is Mankind.
And I am going to die here.
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When I hear them whisper, I think of the times they yelled.
I wonder, why must they whisper?
Do they not want me to hear what only I can?
I can see and I can know.
There is no answer, only more questions.
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Despair, a cold mistress to have,
Every thought, every whim she has is done.
Her shadow looms within our hearts,
Torn and shattered, our hearts sing out,
Clutched tight within the hands that broke them.
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His hands are soiled in a sanguine hopelessness.
Godless and helpless, he wander eternal.
Taken in by strangers that soon become friends.
Friends become enemies as the paradigm shifts.
His life is lost, but this is nothing new.
Dead, he has been, far before his time.
Murthered by circumstance, a martyr for the cause.
Anti-heroic deeds riddle his rotting conscious.
And with his cold, dead hands, he holds truth - gripping so hard that he, himself, cannot accept.
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Loved by all, yet hated by many.
Purged of life, yet so full of despair.
If you prick him, does it not sting?
Penetrate the skin with an iron blade, and see the fear rush out like an endless flow of wretched blood.
When you pull upon his hair, does he not grimace?
Tear what you can from him, he will only get it back.
You can take from him. You can hurt him.
He will take from you. He will hurt you.
He will let you down.
When your back is turned,
He will strike it.
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Broken down and devoid of hope.
Crawling towards the door, but the distance is never closed.
Nothing changes.
All Repeats.
Until the bitter,
End.
All of the following are purely mine. If anyone wants to use one for anything at some time, (Doubtful, but I feel I should has disclaimer) contact me and ask for permission, please.
None are named, as I prefer to let my work speak for itself rather than a mangled title.
________________________________
Welcome to life,
Where nobody cares,
Cut, beaten and bleeding,
But no one is there,
You die all alone, knife in your side,
Welcome to life, Too bad you died.
________________________________
A red knife to break their spirit,
A memory of a sanguine dance,
This presentation of fleeting life,
A Serenade of Blood.
________________________________
What's become of this world, when fools become king?
Ideas collide, walls are formed, and spirits are broken.
Never again, united as one.
Now we fall, deeper into despair. And then the world fell silent.
All but one voice died out in unison.
The voice that remained was the voice of humanity.
Its wretched wails and screams echoed throughout the world.
To this day, it screams.
The belief that saftey will come is a crippling condition.
There is no safety, and we are doomed.
We cannot hide from the things that be.
We can avoid nothing.
We can crawl along with this crippling blow we have been delievered, or we can just wait to die.
Hope is often wasted on the hopeless.
My name is Mankind.
And I am going to die here.
________________________________
When I hear them whisper, I think of the times they yelled.
I wonder, why must they whisper?
Do they not want me to hear what only I can?
I can see and I can know.
There is no answer, only more questions.
________________________________
Despair, a cold mistress to have,
Every thought, every whim she has is done.
Her shadow looms within our hearts,
Torn and shattered, our hearts sing out,
Clutched tight within the hands that broke them.
________________________________
His hands are soiled in a sanguine hopelessness.
Godless and helpless, he wander eternal.
Taken in by strangers that soon become friends.
Friends become enemies as the paradigm shifts.
His life is lost, but this is nothing new.
Dead, he has been, far before his time.
Murthered by circumstance, a martyr for the cause.
Anti-heroic deeds riddle his rotting conscious.
And with his cold, dead hands, he holds truth - gripping so hard that he, himself, cannot accept.
________________________________
Loved by all, yet hated by many.
Purged of life, yet so full of despair.
If you prick him, does it not sting?
Penetrate the skin with an iron blade, and see the fear rush out like an endless flow of wretched blood.
When you pull upon his hair, does he not grimace?
Tear what you can from him, he will only get it back.
You can take from him. You can hurt him.
He will take from you. He will hurt you.
He will let you down.
When your back is turned,
He will strike it.
__________________________________
Broken down and devoid of hope.
Crawling towards the door, but the distance is never closed.
Nothing changes.
All Repeats.
Until the bitter,
End.