xXKielahXx
Shade Macabre
xXKielahXx
The Most Despair, Is Death
Staring at your picture, wishing you would come home. Wishing it would tell me, tell me where you have gone.
Crossing that line of gunfire, of passions, the gunfire of death. Reloading in poison reloading in knifes to slit your throat and let you bleed that sorrow that wished to be set free. No stories to tell my children, no happiness for me, I?m never coming home. Seeing you fall seeing you die, but what?s worst of all I know you didn?t want this all. Knowing that you held it close to your heart, your love for your country, your despair for your family, your excitement to see this end. But you?re still never coming home again. The bullet of lust, the bullet of sorrow, flies through the air, cutting it like butterflies through this winter tale, flapping its wings of smoke, tearing your grasp of hope, this can?t save you, but it will set you free, you hear ringing, you feel the stinging, you feel the death, the pain, the loathing of hate, the love and the strong wishing for this all to be gone! Piercing your thoughts, exploding your guts?Your guts to be freed, your guts to be allowed to be free?Bloody feelings of loss, gliding wings that push, push you to stay alive. I watch as you fall. I scream your name in agony, I try to get to you but they keep me back, pulling and pulling to get to you, screaming until my body collapsed to the floor in a pile of bloody distress?My eyes filled with hate and love and wishing just to feel you one last time, to hear your voice of purity, the voice that kept me in sanity, I wish I wish for you to come back and be with me. Holding my gun up, pointing and shooting. Unaware of this affair, Unaware of what?s really out there, pulling myself on ward letting your body be lost in the grass, letting the waves lap up the rest, of your blood that was kept it?s best.
Now I know I?m never coming home, not now not ever. Letting my body fall after the last breath of the end of this all. Will there be an end to this all? Am I just lying here wishing it all to stop? This is just pitiful blasphemy, singing in the gales of sorrow. Singing a melody, a melody, of pain, of hate and strain. Our country may not be safe, our country may do wrong, but from all I?ve been through respect all that I have done.
ok well i finished it lol, *looks at shade* There ya go buddy...*sighs*
Staring at your picture, wishing you would come home. Wishing it would tell me, tell me where you have gone.
Crossing that line of gunfire, of passions, the gunfire of death. Reloading in poison reloading in knifes to slit your throat and let you bleed that sorrow that wished to be set free. No stories to tell my children, no happiness for me, I?m never coming home. Seeing you fall seeing you die, but what?s worst of all I know you didn?t want this all. Knowing that you held it close to your heart, your love for your country, your despair for your family, your excitement to see this end. But you?re still never coming home again. The bullet of lust, the bullet of sorrow, flies through the air, cutting it like butterflies through this winter tale, flapping its wings of smoke, tearing your grasp of hope, this can?t save you, but it will set you free, you hear ringing, you feel the stinging, you feel the death, the pain, the loathing of hate, the love and the strong wishing for this all to be gone! Piercing your thoughts, exploding your guts?Your guts to be freed, your guts to be allowed to be free?Bloody feelings of loss, gliding wings that push, push you to stay alive. I watch as you fall. I scream your name in agony, I try to get to you but they keep me back, pulling and pulling to get to you, screaming until my body collapsed to the floor in a pile of bloody distress?My eyes filled with hate and love and wishing just to feel you one last time, to hear your voice of purity, the voice that kept me in sanity, I wish I wish for you to come back and be with me. Holding my gun up, pointing and shooting. Unaware of this affair, Unaware of what?s really out there, pulling myself on ward letting your body be lost in the grass, letting the waves lap up the rest, of your blood that was kept it?s best.
Now I know I?m never coming home, not now not ever. Letting my body fall after the last breath of the end of this all. Will there be an end to this all? Am I just lying here wishing it all to stop? This is just pitiful blasphemy, singing in the gales of sorrow. Singing a melody, a melody, of pain, of hate and strain. Our country may not be safe, our country may do wrong, but from all I?ve been through respect all that I have done.
ok well i finished it lol, *looks at shade* There ya go buddy...*sighs*
Seriously now, what inspired this? Did someone you know die in the Service? Or maybe you saw something cool on tv? (tv teh pwn! I draw 40% of my stuff from the tv)
That's awesome, I can hardly understand something after going through it multiple times xd . I can't even begin to take that on, understanding something that someone ELSE is feeling, jesus tapdancing christ, I dunno what the hell I've got going on half the time xd . Your art is good! Now do as Thorn told me and steal someone elses scanner.
