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Hearken!
The skies cry!
The tears fall, emotionless desert cast,
Barren waste of a creation too grim to deduce,
A daily servitude in a habitual ritualistic death,
I find solace in me and my kin?s blood,
A vow unto my own that I will never fall,
As long as me and my kin live.
If ever I should fall, let it be like rain,
For Hearken!
The skies are crying.

This is the first part to a song I'm writing.


This is the second part, or the accompaniment/duet.



Number three.

1 There was a story of a boy,
He helped everyone, play was a toy,
For him, there were several girls,
But because of him, they leveled several Worlds.

5 The 1st was rejection, it shattered.
The 2nd was objection, became cluttered.
Number 3 was different, a total lie,
It made him feel like he should die.

9 This girl was complete and special,
All he wanted to do was nestle,
So she told him a lie, an estate theory,
In reality, the story was inside, gory.

13 The story was about her mother,
Told with false admiration, bother.
Real estate was the name of the game,
But in the end it was all the same.

17 Because this mother was addicted,
She was committed, story speculated,
The only thing to say about her?
Was that she was a druggie mother.

21 The daughter did nothing wrong but live,
All she could do was hope, believe,
Every lie she told to the boy,
And she made him play as her toy.

25 The next girl was angry, self involved,
It lasted a year, and still no pain resolved,
She lied, she hurt, she was often unsure,
So, eventually, the boy contemplated a cure.

29 The cure was her to leave, objectively,
But she still acted so damn abusively,
Sure his heart would be scarred,
His soul's prison became barred.

33 He cried some tears, held some fears,
Salty liquid flows, salted liquid tears,
Crucified his heart by proxy,
His prison became evermore boxy.

37 After a while, in reverse order,
This lining of his prison border,
Wore away with a small afair,
But still it left him worse for wear.

41 Now the boy is pestered, angered,
But still he felt a need for a liquored,
Tasteful fruit that became entangled,
His soul to make so damn mangled.

45 His life's secret is regret,
But to another he must beget,
And love again, and carry on,
or may his life be soon be gone.

The Windowsill

I’m going to die inside,
My feelings torn and thrown aside,
I kill myself again,
And nothing can stop me then.

I love more than I handle,
My heart is a candle, slow to dwindle,
My soul is how I live,
It’s hollow like a cave.

Hollow yet filled so high,
So high that I could die,
So graceful in every stride,
I meet a sorrowed demise.

Hither, thither, rape my quiver,
Drained of it’s arrows, love to shiver,
Dead I am and life I seek,
Repair this soul, fill to peak.

Let me live, so I can love,
So my cycle can reenact from above,
A soul redeemed through strength of will,
The pot is placed, again, on the windowsill.

1. Used Unrest

I've used,
and then abused,
made you a tool [for my sanity]
Sanctity [sanity]
Misery [sanity]
Horribly [sane]

[chorus]
Used, neglected, a withered rose in the rain.
So used, I've caused all your pain,
I submit myself again
in sorrow
to ail the morrow

I apologize, and I meet thy whim's demise...[/chorus]

[pause for harmonics]

I see you, not to toy with you,
I twist as both, too [but not as bad as you]
I feel the fool,
I cannot control [and then again]
I cannot defend
myself
I hurt you again.


[silent all but background chorus- 10 seconds]
[11 seconds-key guitars]
[13 seconds-key percussionist]
[15 seconds-vocals]

[chorus]

2.

[chant= "leaving behind, a trail of breadcrums;
My path of shallow-hollow
Desperate to reach tomorrow
And you will lead as I "(immediate change to main vocalist for next word)]

Follow-er, like sheep to a flock
Timed and rhythmed like a clock,
And I am a fox to this flock,
Time me. [whispered/trails off="again"]

[chorus]
Reach out to me
Return unto me
Feel out for me [I'm there]

Give us this now,
Our daily bread,
[steady rise] feel out for me,
check if I'm dead.
[/chorus]

[chant=Speaking to me to make my breath,
Your arms surround like a thorned wreath,
Your sorrow binds and makes me seeth,
Watch me now as I-]

SCREAM-ing, [melodic] I'm blee-ding out
I'm in fe-ar, all my doubt,
I don't know what life
isallabout....

[all stop into a slow decline]
[5 second pause]
[6second rise in instruments]

[repeat chorus]

3. Left me dead

She isn't seeig me
Reflected in the glass.
Seething, probing,
Searching my past;

Left me again, alone,
shattered to the bone,
Eyes gazing a hapless slope,
No longer I know;

Like fire to my ice,
I'm melting.
No more sin and vice,
Dissolving.


[chorus]
Your eyes, of glass, are shattering
Ears, they hear the clattering,
Con-stantly, be-com-ing me
No fear for you, I swea-r.[/chorus]
[duet]
She cannot feel again,------- [terctets convey a solemn vow,
No emotion. ------- none to all to disavow,
Nothing left to re-el in,------- a fire in my soul for now
No commotion. -------
NOT AWAKE
]
[solo-acoustic]

Come again around the bend,
And now I'll say to you, my friend,
Fire rise, with no defend,
-DEATH-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Suffer me nought, O hallowed Death,
Don’t cut this mortal coil,
Or serrate this crimson flesh,
Don’t bring my blood to boil,

For I yearn to live my Life,
Free of your plagued constraints,
None to all and all to knife,
I fear I must abate.

Old age beget’s my sympthy,
Middle Aged man hit by the gun,
Youthful deress prepares my Pity,
And that man get none.

"The size of the man,
Is withered like a rose,
Caught in the rain,
The droplet's it's prose;

Negatively conotating,
A decaying idealism,
Nothing can maintain it's luster,
All is contained like a prison;

Whithering slowly, it dwindles low,
Like the aftermath of winter,
It is gone to it's deadly cold,
None can find it in this blizzard.

[chorus]
The fires of doom, have chased me away,
I cannot feel, cannot obey,
And though I have thought about gold and day,
My life will decay, decay decay. [decay away]
[/chorus]
Away, away, away, away,
All it turns to glass,
Nothing will light it's fire,
All of it surpass,

And though some will say it's good,
It always fades away,
No one will love it now,
No one will obey;

Cover me in misery,
A path that is carved in stone,
No one can follow me,
It crumbles like the bone;

[Chorus]

Aftermath, a suicide,
ritualistic, genocide,
Nothing filled, nothing came,
No one to play the game;

And all we see is like a shard,
part of a bigger scheme,
nothing will let it live,
nothing will let is dream;

I tend toward sorrow,
I keep my memories behind,
Because I know that they teach me here,
And will never become untwined."

"Every second you live,
I live ten thousand,
Every hour you wake,
I won't sleep more, and,

every minute you breath,
I loose mine more,
and every time you slip,
I fall ten score..."

He slowly walked out of the corner, singing a small song as he took out the harp from deep in the pocket of his crimson robe.

"And it's true,
that with every dying moment,
you fall like a feather,
I fall like a monument.

And all the time I move,
I await you too,
even though your heart,
feels unglued."

The ghostly spectre that was Mae stood still as he strummed a few notes.

"And though you may die inside,
I'll amount to what you feel,
and though you may rot inside,
it is all seemingly unreal.

Talk to me,
talk of death,
save my hot air,
from myself.

I live to die,
I die to breath,
in the life that you live,
holds my keys."

He strummed another note.

"meet you on the otherside,
of the bloodstained veil, and unkept tide

and i'll weep with you,
in my soul memory,
and I'll steal with you,
in passive dream

and the pensive you keep,
your lifes drawn work,
will be the key's,
to my torque

to make me move, t
o let me breathe,
and to let the insanity,
bleed through me."

The evil Decetet.
10 little Devils,
Alone on a hill,
Nothing to hide,
Nothing to kill.

The first was crimson,
Made of ashe and fire,
And so he spoke,
As he was a great liar

“I propose a toast.”
The red imp said.
And then a quake of swords,
Made the ground bleed red.

The second stood up,
Green as he were,
Plain as day or night,
Making the red again pure.

“What are you doing?”
green said to the red.
“I’m planting desire,
heated lust bed.”

“But why is it red?”
This imp asked the next,
In a state of confusion,
Trying to figure it out best.

Yellow stood up,
With ember-licked tail,
“No doubt he’s saying,
That lust is bound to fail.”

“That would make sense,
But why not black?
Impurity isn’t white,
It is the opposite flack.”

“He must be playing his part,
As red is for hate,
This imp is red,
And death is his fate.”

Then fire made blood,
Come to a boil,
And the ground became yellow,
Red’s plan was a foil.

Then blue stood up,
Dark ice stopped this,
A laugh came forth,
Uttered from his lips.

“Don’t daunt his fun,
Yellow, my friend,
Because with him,
There is no end,

We might as well wait,
For his fiery plan,
So we may taste of it’s fruits,
And drink from it’s land.”

Number six was pale,
As pale as the sun,
And his heated rays,
Burnt out ice’ fun.

“Let’s not be hasty,
Our fun is just yet,
Why not make haste,
To an unusual bet?”

“Good idea.” Said blue,
Then yellow and green,
And red nodded too,
Pointing to the sheen.

“So pale horse,
As they always call you,
What do we wager,
In this dank bayou?”

“Some souls, some pain,
Some torture, some gain,
Some eyes of the bait,
To lure in fate.”

Then black stood up,
Dark as he was,
Causing all to look,
And all to pause:

“What if we bet,
Ourselves in this game,
Or shall I return,
To my glory and fame?”

“It’s what you stand for,
Your greed is unwaning,
But you’ll not get more,
And begin to tame Fee.”

“Who’s fee?” asked black,
A glance around.
And all yellow said,
Was look at the ground.

And so brown appeared,
As cold as the dew,
Touching a hand,
To blacks’ stone shoe.

The shoe did shatter,
And it made a loud noise,
It’s sides clattered,
And like a snake he did poise.

“What was that for,
Your jack a** trick?
I should pick you up,
And break as the stick!”

A murmur was heard,
Coming from brown,
And a smile beget,
His lips were a frown.

His liquid teeth bared,
He crawled up black,
And held him down,
Yellow moving him back.

“You’ll take this wager,
You shrewd bard of greed,
Or to the snakes we’ll toss,
And you’ll become feed.”

“Fine, what do you want?!
All I have is this locket,
And my bladed wand!
It is in my pocket.”

Yellow took this locket,
But a smack was heard,
And purple stood,
His scowl, playful purr.

“You should know by now,
That we’re all against you,
You foolish yellow b*****d,
Now one more color to the brew.”

At this, white was heard above,
His wings unfurled.
“What is this nonsense?”
A boulder was hurled.

And grey become obvious,
Stopping the boulder with hand,
Turning to them,
Like orchestrator to band.

“I can let this go,
Either which way,
I’m nuetral colored,
My color is gray.”

Black did smirk wide,
His hands covering brown,
And he comically twirled,
Brown as would a clown.

“You’re all sad bastards,
I thought I was the most petty,
But it turns out,
That the most petty are pretty.

This band of colors,
Portrays false wit,
And I turn it on you,
All of you are the git!”

He laughed and turned on heel,
But brown quickly took flight,
Encompassing black,
A most freightful fight.

Fists were flown, kicks made,
And in the end, no one won,
Because all were involved,
And all were the pawn,

The tools of evil,
Taking on benevolent forms,
These imps would die,
Their playfulness mourned.

And what is the story,
The moral, of this narrative?
That to teach evil,
Can be repetitive,

That stupidity knows no bounds,
That irony is never alone,
To toy with evil,
Shades of grey and bone…
Shall be made with the devil,
And all his tomes.