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Laying out in a field of grass Just staring up at the sky, I watch as the sun shines bright And as the clouds drift on by. I watch as the clouds..

What would you do if you woke up To find that I was no longer there? Would you be sad? Would you even care? Would you look back at all the times ..

What if you awoke To a day with no sun; A morning with no joy; A bird with no song; A flower with no scent? What if you found out That all you h..

I’m not a fucken murderer! It was not my choice. You might have done the same If you had heard the plea in his voice. There was no time to..

Like a homeless man I wander the streets In search for a safe place, Looking for food And something to quench my thirst. I’ve been walking ..

Why is it so hard for me to understand That, still, even after all this time, You don’t care for me? Promises should never be made, Because,..

A cold heart is a dead heart, But still, the heart is a treasure. Even we, the undead, Understand the importance of our hearts. But we do not fear..

Lingering scents of roses Offer the ideal setting for a Romance to bloom. Eternity is a lifetime yet it could Never be long enough when Zealous f..

With Every New Memory Laughter rings through the Ominous silence left behind by Ruins of memories lost. Each new day brings New memories filled..

I see no future for me - No place in this world, No reason to be. No dreams of “one day” No will to see What Tomorrow holds. I live..