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dravenstorm May 2015
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You Move Through The Woods
Like A Cosmic Soul In The Cold Tranquil Breeze Of Christmas.

Won't You Come Back Home Where You Belong?
The Trees Are Dying, The Stars Are Falling, The Moon's Light Is Fading Away.

Mother Earth Is Trapped Under The Grey Clouds Of This Cruel World.
The Trivial Minds Of These Species
Are Lacking Contentment,
Save Us.

Save The Happy One's
&
Leave The Sad One's Alone.
dravenstorm Apr 2015
In search of a figments of my imagination.
Captured  by the shadows of the dead.
Afraid to go out into the dark & search
 for the monsters seeking to discover the untold secrets of my soul.
As much as I try not to allow them in,
The more their blades cut deeper into my skin
Leaving the blood dripping with a story to tell.

I call out to my angel,but the more I do.
The more she fails to reach out & ****** me out of the fire, I try to escape,but the more I do the more my flesh slowly depletes.

Is this the End of me or is my innocence being,
Traded for sinister powers to destroy everything around me.

A new creation has rising from the ashes of pain,
With an army of, just 2 souls. In one body.
Deceiving the Humans to thinks it's only Human,when truly it isn't.

Im just another soul searching for happiness.
#Thoughts #Fabricated #Deep
dravenstorm Apr 2015
Television is destroying the mission I have,
To show the world my vision
But no one really seems to listens.

The razor to my wrist,
Are the only things,
that listen to the thoughts caged in my mind.
Screaming out the pain written in the blood.
Whipping it away,
Will only make things better for the moment.

Although I'm still trapped in my own body,
The soul can't stand the bleeding,
Thoughts that keep whispering,
Everyone around me hates me.

Seeking for that fatherly love,
Realizing it never existed.
Searching for the feeling of love,
Discovering that it's extinct.

My shadow is always attached to me,
I guess it knows my deepest secrets.
Hoping it could keep a secret too,
Instead it laughs at me, as slowly deplete.

I'll use the time I have left,
Inhaling the cold smoke,
Left by the ancient slaves of pain,
Seducing my thoughts,
As I use it to slowly undress them.

— The End —