Urges through the night, a blade dancing with its mistress, discarding what has summoned up in her way alike a ****** crazed devotion,
Scarlet tears make their way down her cheek, washing the sand off as the pillars around begin to collapse alike cards one by one at the time,
Phantoms rage as a pure flower appears to commence blooming,
The warped moon embraces the shadows of such fools as it rises,
Actions with not much meaning seek their rampage as the battle field becomes frail and soulless through this sleepless night of lunacy,
When the flood of realisation arrives she will be swept away unlike the wise who make a more solid, stadfast decision. How trecious,
Does she want to take a dance with this cruel world she rampages on, are her ideals fitting for this battle she is about to win for now,
Drenched in blood and impurities of her work, her mind remains pure, innocent, not even sweating one thought to the consequences,
Mercy nor compassion are unlikely to be granted in this darkening realm, not to her dancing knife or her lunatic ****** devotion,
Time is moving, as she sacrafices her soul for her actions,
Taking another dance in this distorted dark

~ Umi

Candy
Lack of interest
Hope
Disappointment

Candy with a movie
Popcorn too
Candy so sweet and groovy
Popcorn lovely too

Lack of interest clouds my judgement
Lack of interest hobbles along
Lack of interest leaves me lonely
Lack of interest hates my being

Hope
Hope of finding freedom
Hope that left me restelss
Hope that made me anxious

Disappointment rings
Disappointment kills hope
Disappointemnt sacrafices candy
Disappointment confides in lack of interest

Traversing the pit of tartarus/ where we shall dance with the devil/ and the chaotic madness of the ravenous hordes who trample those old souls; would be heroes that sought vainglory/ not willing to suffer sacrafices needed/ counsel from the wise ones not heeded!/ we determined spirits war into the sunset as one unit, one mind, one force; we are legion. We are legend/ as we contend with the monster that hail from black mist/a dark sea of death and carnage/ and even though we appear to be battered and bruised, we are never beaten

Only one thing to learn
While the world spins and ends
Things begin
Things fight to live
Things finish
A place where sapphire sacrafices touch voids unseen but still there
Money rules the world with harsh strikes of its greedy stick
I am nothing here but soon will but nothing everywhere
Plea to no ear, walker of the streets at dusk
Dust settles, never to stir again
Breakfast served, eaten, **** out a tiny hole
Flushed toward a river that is polluted in equal measure
A world spinning, a world moving, a world dying and losing
"What have they done to our fair sister?" he questioned, he questioned, he questioned
The form has moved away from the cities, into the streets
Fire burns louder, brighter tougher and longer
A breath is no longer natural, it is mechanical
And love...
Love is still the same old *****  
Drunk at the back of the bar

Dreams come with hope
Hopes and dreams stem from our minds
Hope comes from life
It's our very vision, hope

Life comes from many sacrafices
We see through them what helps us get stronger
Life is full of losses
Losses that can never be recovered.

But

It allows our aspirations and desires to grow bigger
So we can one day look to the past
And forget that such a thing as failure could ever last
So we will no longer be the outcast to our past from which we now contrast.

Instead we look ahead to our hopes and dreams
Not the deafining screams
Of failure