Moss now grew upon the school door
Creaking as it twisted open upon my arrival
Only dust accompanied my descent
Setting sun rays filtered through the murky halls
Straining past the discolored windows
Pieces cracked beneath my steps
Trees had grown and clung to the walls
Wind whistled with the breeze
Steps echoed as I walked
Bouncing along the long narrowed halls
Leaves crackled, jostling as I crept along
Wood moaned and ceilings groaned
Water softened the once sturdy frames
The building wanted to die
Yet something kept it up
Something evil
Forcing the tired school to stay ***** deep within the wood
As if holding it up, dangling from the trees
Hanging
I could feel them
The eyes
Watching me as I walked down the rotting hall
Behind me I felt their little hands
Reaching out trying to grab me
Pulling my feet
I saw their faces
Twisted agonized faces
Shaped by the contorted wood on the walls
Wailing
Frozen with the fear that now gripped this place
Shadows danced along the setting sun
On the walls and across room
I past the classrooms
And in the corner of my eyes
They stood
Black figures made of shadow
Strung along
Black wiry bodies
With only two bright eyes
But when I turned they fled
Back into the walls whence they came
I reached the end of the hall
To where the stairs still stood
I heard a tune come from the basement
But stopped suddenly as if inturupted
The sun had now faded to gray
Only a scarlet tint colored the halls
Bleeding from the walls
The basement was dark
As I neared the bottom
The door still stood ajar
To a blackened room
A cold rush met me
Behind me they gathered at the door
I could feel their stares
Their cold blank stares
With mouths wide in a constant scream
I propped up the rope
And stepped up on a powdered box
And fell
The noose around my neck caught hold
And I kicked
But as I spun they were right there
Silently screaming right in my face
And I screamed for just a moment
As they grabbed me with their little hands
As they choked out their killer

The hands of the expert move in delicate fashion
Like the wings of a swan across an icy pond
To him he just breaths, slow and drawn out
Concentration thicker than any steel
His hands cracked and chiseled
They fit perfectly into the workers setting
Like grease in a car shop
It wouldn't make sense to have it
Any other way

Glass hangs above his nose
Like birds upon the perch
Waiting and watching his every move
He doesn't smoke
His work acts as his drug
The toiling with the trinkets
Each part installed
Like a piece of him desperately
Needing to be put back into place

A slow tick dictates his life
Like the grandfather clock that chimes
His days are filled with time
But never is he satisfied with his work
Racing with the second hand
Vaulting over the minutes
Meticulously fiddling with the hours
The final gears are set in place
He winds the newborn with his hands
Pinched around its heart
And begins to beat so soft
So gentle
Tick Tick *Tick

A content man is the happiest man who never knows it
But perhaps he never should
For the content man is the middle man
Not the worst
Nor the best
Which makes him the only one
Who can truly be happiest
For when the dam breaks
As the water washes away the best of us
And carries the worst out to sea
Who is Left?
The content man is free
Observer of those who fail
Observer of those who succeed
Watcher and onlooker
The one who will always be
But never forgotten
Neither mightiest foe
Or courageous under dog
Can ever be rid of the content one
Forever shall he be
Forever shall he reign

The saddest villains are the broken boys
Not the tyrannical foes
Whose life came crashing
And days fell apart
So they turned on the world they once loved
Kicked in the shins and pierced through the heart
Bleeding and ignored these boys lay
But up from the ashes
The ruins and guilt
Up from the fire that enemies spread
Meant only to burn them and dust would they stay
They've conquered their hearts and shut out their souls
Broken all ties with the good days of old
And so they do toil in spite and forlorn
With every bad deed a new villain is born

They said, my life, would never bother me
Though rainy and fleeted
Quaint hearted I would be
I laughed, I cried
I took life for what it'd be
But fool I had been
For a second to believe.

I woke, one day
Not tucked inside my bed
But yet, I dreamt
It had all been in my head
Like colors, abound
Perhaps it'd been a dream
It all, looked fake
Slowly drifting off like steam.

I walked, the road
Dusty as they came
And carried, my load
Myself I had to blame
The green, had gone
And now had only grey
Forever, this world
Bound I'd always stay.

The night, had come
But stars would never shine
Just black and cold
To me it fit my crime
I dug, my hole
And took my sweetest time
And laid, awhile
Just laying there I cried.

The cold, came in
Slowly eating me
I'd died awhile
Just bones was lost old me
I saw, my hole
Of where it used to be
For a rose, had grown
And I was finally free.

They came like fire, like brimstone from the sky above
With a fury that painted the landscape black
Soot and ash coiled in the wind
Bodies charred and mummified, pompeii
The wails of the unlucky filled the sooty, choking air
As if it wrapped around your throat squeezing life from your lungs
I looked out over the razed hell before me
The broken glass and crumbled buildings like sand
Ground did shake as screams came from afar
The cry of a shrouded beast
Echoing forever, for it was etched in my memory
Splintered wood dripped with red syrup
A twisted arm sprawled from beneath a toppled house
A rumble sent tremors through the rubble
Through my body it brought me to my knees
Our city burned
And all was lost
For today
The Titans had arrived