I guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine...
"Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.
You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,
My soul was far too fearful to strive
My throat far too feeble to shout
My friends far too inexistant to get me out of
This vicious circle you plunged me in.
You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?
Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,
With your lethal tools.
Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.
My body engraved of your stench,
Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.
Give me just a simple blade
And you'll regret each of your breaths.
Dear, be my guinea pig
That won't hurt, I promise...
Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throat
But I swear...
Once I'll free a foutain of blood
And, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...
I mean, into crimson petals!
Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.
That may be unfortunate actually,
My name is Simon, I am gay.My name is Simon,
I am gay.
I lost a lot
of friends today.
Is it wrong?
Is it bad?
Why is everyone
I've been kicked,
I've been hit.
I don't think
I really fit.
People are mean,
they yell at me.
What is wrong?
I can't see.
I hate my life,
it's pretty bad.
I am so sad.
I've held a gun,
I've cut my arm.
myself too much harm
It gets to a point,
were I can't take it no more.
I usually cry,
till my eyes are sore.
My parents too,
they don't understand.
I miss the time
they'd hold my hand.
I stand alone
at the front lines of war.
I feel rotten,
trough the core.
The war is tough,
I'm all alone.
I really wish
I had someone.
I'm at the edge,
of giving up.
My life at stake,
I wish for luck.
I face the crowd,
and speak my words.
to mocking calls
from vocal chords.
They sting me once,
they sting me twice.
My heart is cold,
it feels like ice.
I go home,
my head bent down.
I pass a bridge,
I could jump and drown.
No, I wont,
because that would hurt.
It should be quick,
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,
Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,
Red man and Scarlet have always been close,
And form an alliance against other folk.
Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,
The world would be better without men of Pink,
And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,
On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.
The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,
As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,
And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,
All driven by fear of their fellow man.
From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,
The words of calm reason to love other folk,
And who is the prophet ending this plight,
It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life
I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a
curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in
his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence,
and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears no
cruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts
out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth /
//was queried due to Perfection's birth./
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashes
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
Lavender TownThere once was a town, filled with poverty, despair, and sadness...
The people couldn't offer much to stabilize their dying town,
the only thing they could offer...
...was a graveyard ontop of a small mountain...
then one day, out of the shadows, a man came up to the mayor and made him an offer.
He will rip down this graveyard and build a mighty tower where it once stood, offering hopes and dreams to the people.
The mayor agreed, but they needed a decoy to keep this in the shadows...
A pawn who can save the mayor from a false danger...
and then... as years passed, their town of sorrow...
grew into deeper despair.
In this town called Lavender, there is no happy ending.
Forgiveness SetYour Forgiveness
Your forgiveness my soul amazes,
Tainted only by frequent traces,
Of fiery anger and of helpless fear,
Hurtful words matched with evil sneer.
Forgiveness held only in part,
Never from the whole of heart,
Killing our love and eroding trust,
Until it dies, dust to dust.
Left again and walked away,
While in devotion I did stay,
My heart eager to forgive your sin,
Wanting to begin yet again.
My every error made a crime,
Willingly I did my time,
Stumbling from weathered ledge,
You left me behind for dead.
Forgiveness must be without a catch,
Given without a "but" attached,
The hatchet buried six feet under,
Not swung to split our love asunder.