07-30-2013, 11:18 AM
Walk...don't run, this feeling will soon be undone.
Through the haze of fear, the warmth soon disappears.
Nothing left but the quiet, your loudest screams cannot deny it.
Locked in your own box of death, deceased thoughts, never to express.
Those words that once inspired? Now bring only disease and distress.
Dreams crash and burn, lifeless petals among the stems.
Feelings locked in an urn, roots now dried and condemned.
Tomorrow the Sun shall rise, but like Dark you despise.
The cold winds of hate, breath exhales the bitter taste.
In days past you had an army, your presence was cheered.
But now not a soul in the background...all alone as you feared.
Through the haze of fear, the warmth soon disappears.
Nothing left but the quiet, your loudest screams cannot deny it.
Locked in your own box of death, deceased thoughts, never to express.
Those words that once inspired? Now bring only disease and distress.
Dreams crash and burn, lifeless petals among the stems.
Feelings locked in an urn, roots now dried and condemned.
Tomorrow the Sun shall rise, but like Dark you despise.
The cold winds of hate, breath exhales the bitter taste.
In days past you had an army, your presence was cheered.
But now not a soul in the background...all alone as you feared.