Poppy fields of Flanders, conceal a million tragedies.
A hundred thousand fallen soldiers, tainted the grass crimson.
And so they fell.
Not much grass left.
Mainly churned up mud.
Destroyed by the feet of the soldiers' in passing.
They are passing out forever.
Some were mere boys who pledged allegiance to the heavy crown.
And so they fell,almost children,
Without objections.
Marched as boys.
Buried as heroes.
An almighty salute.
(C) Livvi

She made me dance on broken glass
waiting for the coup de grâce
she ran away and kissed a toad,
whilst I got stuck on a yellow brick road
the lion and the tin man started to cry
the scarecrow supped on a bottle of rye
click my heels and reach for the moon
watch her choke on a silver spoon.

Cast in the direction
of my solitary dream

Haste by temptation
in a sequestered gleam

Gone but of mercy
from the vanquished heart

Love turned to lust
til death do us part

Full moon cries,
when I became the stars.
Hear the cat's meow

Greenish mist flows,
blurred by vision past.
Hear the cat's meow

Visited by a two faced man,
searching for the next freak.
Hear the cat's meow

Beaten by sinister stares,
awakened by the insidious laugh
Hear the cat's meow

The animal parade begun,
caged aggression built up.
Hear the cat's meow

I wonder why
I somber cry

Forget me, I'm forgotten

Halloween
Witches mark
Turn off the lights
Let's make it dark!!

Killing field in the city streets
Another drive by as people sleep

Shots echo through the dead of silence
Chaos breed victims, they breed violence

Tags on the bricks, signs on the walls
Put down your gun, bring it to call

Red and blues flashes, a moment too late
Stop the violence, it's not our fate