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Eh, 'bout time I show y'all my attempted artistic side. So here is something I've been gradually working on for a few weeks now, it's by no means finished and honestly I don't know when it'll be complete. It's the product of my insomnia and inexplicable rejection of a proper sleeping pattern. Enjoy.
Namenloss (Nonsense from an Insomniac)
I saw the figure of a man, standing in the shadow of a hill
Behind the bladed grass that swayed along with the chill
He walked toward me
And told me what I was doing could kill
He said it was time
That I fell from that monumental thrill
Before I make my weak little self ill.
So he picked me up by the scruff
Declared my lifestyle a bit too rough
Before slapping a rusty studded manacle around my cuff
Apparently they'd had enough.
So he led me toward this blazing fire
Where these poor souls sat 'round
Singin' about their ire
Til one broke an instrumental string
So the fat one could no longer sing
About some foolish angel with broken wings.
Then the horned one rose, voice tentative and hoarse
'Now we're all here but not by choice!
We never got a chance to say
Why the hell we're all this way
Nor defend ourselves against the accusation
That we abandoned our goddamned stations
And rejected your indoctrinations
That led the gates to break per se
And those winged fiends loose to fly away'
Inquiring eyes turned to me like embers glowing
To ask me about where was I going
I replied, the man who'd chained me never bothered showing
So I had no real way of knowing
That my vital signs were surely slowing
Entrapped by weight of their cumbersome stares
I was struck on the head caught unawares
I swirled and I spiralled into the Dark Pit of Nowhere.
I woke to the sight of an imp at my feet
He took me by the ear and said 'glad we could meet!'
Upon his little black face were hollows for eyes and two rows of teeth
He parted his lips with a sigh of relief
Then sent me on my way and yelled 'you, take your seat!'
I sat in the aging rickety chair
Taking in a gulp of damp air
Ran a shaky hand through my hair
Still wondering what I was doing here...
Namenloss (Nonsense from an Insomniac)
I saw the figure of a man, standing in the shadow of a hill
Behind the bladed grass that swayed along with the chill
He walked toward me
And told me what I was doing could kill
He said it was time
That I fell from that monumental thrill
Before I make my weak little self ill.
So he picked me up by the scruff
Declared my lifestyle a bit too rough
Before slapping a rusty studded manacle around my cuff
Apparently they'd had enough.
So he led me toward this blazing fire
Where these poor souls sat 'round
Singin' about their ire
Til one broke an instrumental string
So the fat one could no longer sing
About some foolish angel with broken wings.
Then the horned one rose, voice tentative and hoarse
'Now we're all here but not by choice!
We never got a chance to say
Why the hell we're all this way
Nor defend ourselves against the accusation
That we abandoned our goddamned stations
And rejected your indoctrinations
That led the gates to break per se
And those winged fiends loose to fly away'
Inquiring eyes turned to me like embers glowing
To ask me about where was I going
I replied, the man who'd chained me never bothered showing
So I had no real way of knowing
That my vital signs were surely slowing
Entrapped by weight of their cumbersome stares
I was struck on the head caught unawares
I swirled and I spiralled into the Dark Pit of Nowhere.
I woke to the sight of an imp at my feet
He took me by the ear and said 'glad we could meet!'
Upon his little black face were hollows for eyes and two rows of teeth
He parted his lips with a sigh of relief
Then sent me on my way and yelled 'you, take your seat!'
I sat in the aging rickety chair
Taking in a gulp of damp air
Ran a shaky hand through my hair
Still wondering what I was doing here...
(c) Unholy_Rage 2009
