The Ocean WorldIf I were a fishI would die very quickly'Cause sharks surround me
Colorful UniverseGreen is the lichen and mold, dead and yet alive-Green is the grass and leaves, fresh and growing-Green is the ocean tinged with blue-Blue is the sky without clouds-Blue is the water, a rushing stream or still-Blue is the little flower tinged with purple-Purple is the roots, chopped up or dried-Purple is the mica-covered rocks-Purple is the leaves tinged with red-Red is the berries growing on big bushes-Red is the sunset, the dying of the light-Red is the sun tinged with yellow-Yellow is the wheat blowing in the breeze-Yellow is the bees flying low in the air-Yellow is the flowers tinged with brown-Brown is the dirt, hiding all the worms-Brown is the tree trunks, soaking up the rain-Brown is the lichen tinged with green.
Beyond the Hills in the EastBeyond the hills in the East, and the setting sun in the West, I can feel something calling. Not like the wolves howling to the moon, or the sun calling to the earth, but more like a waiting, a wanting, a calling. Perhaps waiting for the day I go. For the animals call me too, they want me to play, and be part of life, and the grass and trees and rocks. To be part of the lake. Forever. Never needing, never wanting, never caring. But always wishing. Wishing for a good life with clean water and food, and no disturbances to make them run. Just the simple life of living, smelling, believing that lasts for unaccountable time.
Power Rules the WorldPower rules the world.Fight back with all your strength.Make people fight with you 'till the end.Forever will I cheat you.With my eye I will destroy.Let me kill you with the heart of a witch.My love will keep me going.Yet my friends all kill me instead.I am doing right for the world.Anger, hatred, and power is my life.I will never rest until you come home and rest by me.Don't let them take you prisoner.School is my secret.I love to lie and cheat.But for the good of my family.For the good of my sister, I fight.For the pain from my father I kill.And for my friends I shall lie.The world is cruel to us.Pawns to create more blood.So let me stir up the fire.I will bring death to many.I will kill thoughtlessly with my mind.But my eyes will never close like hers.
The Three Chosen Emotions From the depths of undead love comes hatred. The kind of hatred that means to kill. To tear you to pieces and feel your blood. And yet does it? No. It just hides inside of you, waiting for the right moment, the right moment to pounce and destroy. The tiny thought, being, that needs to devour. Inside love is the heart. The beginning of your being, your soul. Your love brings with it power, the power to see. To see clearly, clearly enough to cover up white and taste black. The end of the road is near, yet you cling on, never leaving, never saying goodbye. For love is the power of your your heart, of your blood. And yet deep down in your mind you find an escape. An escape from everything, and escape from the world. The truth of your soul in full blossoming unwinds itself from the grasp of terror, from the grasp of death. The eternal feeling of life awakens. So forever twirling, you linger. Forever singing,
The Dark SeekersThe dark seekers come riding by,their big black bodies against the sky,searching for my doom.They ride into the camp at midnight,just as the dawn day breaks,hunting me down.They listen at footprints and look at sounds,disturbing my view.They wield their swords forever more,wearing the crowns they slew.With each breath I take,I go further into their midst,eluding the light I see.Everything goes dark.Black.My senses disappear.Unto the ground,over the stars.
Your SoulThe fruit of the tree,Is like the heart of your soul,In days early light.
FreedomThere is no such thing as freedom.The world makes you it's slave.Everything builds up and crashes down on you like a big wave,silencing you underneath.Tossing and turning,scraping and burning,it holds you.Far down in the depths.Singing a song like a child at play,like a comfort zone made into a tune,I listen for whispers.The sound catching in my ears.Do we play the game or surrender?Time flies like a sloth,awaiting the next hour.To come and die a prisoner.When the gates open we hug on chance in the morning and are on our own at night.Run,hide,and scream your tears,for the day has lost it's memory.They stay silent,never to move or wake.The lights dim,fade,and die.People watch for a new beginning,but it will never come,for our curse strong.And holds.There is no such thing as freedom.