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Light Upon the Rust
Walking in a sea of red
Shuffle slowly to my bed
Of grey steel and ash and stone
Never feeling flesh nor bone

Light the sky with falling stars
O great powers from afar
In your seats of red and white
Sounding beats of conflict's flight

Send the Reaper in his black
Come and take the breath I lack
In my rust and bodice old
Dust to dust the demon's soul

Hear the singing sounding clear
Through the clouds that I now fear
Through the grey I see the sphere
Of olden day and lack of tear

Only crying for the gone
For the Fallen from the sun
Note the tears of empath's cry
Fly the fears here as I die

Lie down on my bed of dust
Decay slowly in my rust
As the sunlight precedes day
In its might I dare not stay

Yet I feel a hand on mine
Soft and sure and so Divine
As I try to fall away
It's her cries that keep my stay

Open eyes and follow tears
To the joy I grew to fear
To the Angel that I see
From the Hell I was to be

Falling on the Angel's beams
I watch in awe as you fall to me
In my rust and mournful eyes
Dust to dust the demon's cries

i like that last one. it's cute but yet kinda sad x3

Two Shots of Rum
Two more shots of rum and I
Run away where no more eyes
Can see me
Lie or decieve me

Take me off to that place where
The crescent moon can dance and stare
And I
Can laugh and cry

Hear the trumpets blare and dance
As the run give you that chance
To love
It's never enough

Wake up to the world of dirt
World of lies that stab and hurt
I pray
Take me away

O sweet hearted blade of mine
Take me off where no more eyes
Can see me
Lie or decieve me

Take me off to that place where
All the angels dance and care
Now I
Can say good-bye

Separation
Even a moment
Is painful eternity
For two true lovers

The Tragedian
I'm sitting in my chair, my arms bent, the soft surface supporting me. My back is sore, but only from sitting here for so long, and so often. How many souls have I departed? How many relationships have I cut short? How many tears have I spilt in my need for blood? how many people have I shared pain with?
I'm sitting in my chair, my neck bent, and my eyes lowered. The music flows over me, and it sends aches through my heart. The strings catch my breath, and the keys jerk at my mind. The smooth, rugged vocals prepare my soul while the dark lyrics pull at my heart. I'm hurting, and I'm loving it. I'm crying, and I'm laughing with joy.
I'm sitting in my chair, my legs limp, my mind set. My fingers dance across the keyboard, my nails and bony joints crashing down upon the plastic. My eyes watch as the pixels come together, creating the image I hold in my mind. A story is coming together. An existence is being born. A sad man is meeting a beautiful girl. They're falling in love. They're engaged, then they're getting married. My fingers cry out in pain, and my eyes blink to satiate a desert. I'm creating. I am God. They're married, expecting a child. They're kissing softly on the couch. My mouth curls at the edges, their sick, sadistic pleasure echoing upon the screen, soon to echo through the minds of many. She's caught in a fire and dies while he is maimed in his factory. He cries to her burnt corpse to wake up as the doctors lie dead on the floor. I'm watching as this sick reality is brought into existence, while the dark melodies slide over me, thrusting this sick, painful world forward. He's killing. He's dying. He takes a bullet to the head.
I'm sitting in my throne, my eyes closed, my body calm and shaking. The man is dead, and the world is happy. I'm publishing the story, and the views rack upon each other like cockroaches in a deserted room. The melodies are ending, leaving me in the dark silence that screams to my ears in pleasure.
I'm sitting in my chair, my body limp, the court watching. I'm done my work for tonight. I am calm and unsatiated. My hunger lingers, and my tears have yet to fall. I am unsatiated. I've taken another life.