Actius Luna
Burned, she flinches far from the fire Withdrawn in the defense? Or is it something higher? She says it's to get away from the cold But of course she knows better That story's so old
In truth, if she knew what the flame did conspire She would turn away Turn away from the fire But she'll make excuses Far-fetched as it seems I know this because I was the girl in this scene
Changing, though that's just the nature of fire The glint in her eyes, Like a bird on the wire She reaches and grabs She wishes to take And that's why her hands are beginning to shake.
Burned, she cries out, her wounds are so dire Withdrawn in defeat? Hell no, says the fire The scores, they're not shallow But they'll trouble no more For she'll take the leap, the rest she'll ignore.
Entranced, they all look to her for the fire In all that she does Not a trait to admire She jumps, not a look Then she'll dance, and they'll freeze Oh, the heat from within makes them fall to their knees
Her face, it tempts any man to desire For her eyes are a gem Hair the color of fire She can't help when they burn But she can never turn back She'll sit and watch as their lust turns to black
Lost, and all because of this fire She did not turn away Though 'twas never a liar Her hands are still shaking Her head's on her knees But she'll stay and suffer this near-hell in a breeze.
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I'm so uncertain to this curtain Afraid that when I pull the drape The crowd will leer just as I feared. Security will start to fade.
Out of shadows, nearing gallows, I see the noose and I hear black. I find that backing up I'm lacking. I cannot fend off your attack.
Then I'm wretched, too affected To ever even raise my head. Now I'm crying, slowly dying All because it's you I lead.
I see the screaming, please be dreaming A nightmare's always fit for free But I don't want it, to be haunted I feel the echo in too deep.
The cries are piercing, coming fiercely Exude regret, for I loved fame The sky's a canvas to take chances I hoped for one, it never came.
So now it's over, they grow older While I have immortality It's what I prayed for, overpaid more The deal was fake, O Lucky Me.
Exile of God
A lone outsider, An Exile of God, Revered by the sinners, Hold the saints in awe.
Flaming dark hair, A person to kill, Revered by the sinners, Send all saints chills.
Bottomless gray eyes, A person to weep, Revered by the sinners, A memory saints keep.
Translucent white skin, A ghost of the past, Revered by the sinners, Hold saints til' the last.
A mysterious name, A person not known, Yet revered by the sinners, From the saints she had flown.
Naive of the evil, A person once good, Revered by the sinners, When saints no longer could.
Alone for awhile, A person of tears, Revered by the sinners, Born from saints out of fear.
Jane Echo
She couldn't see And neither could he Blindfolds start weighing No visible seams.
So they'll keep on dreaming And sleep in the evening And space, with thoughts straying Sans reality.
The throes of a mother She'll weep and she'll mutter She'll smile and embrace Because her arms are a shutter.
He's the father, another Yet trapped like no other Tired lines hold no grace No kind words would he utter.
In the eyes of a child Seeing the weak and the wild Is a heart that is hurting And a soul that won't smile.
The years will be filed Still her temperament is mild Her stomach is churning Could she stand to be trialed?
The pen is now shaking With the force of her aching There's no turning back For the words are awaking.
The borders are breaking From this thirst that she's slaking Through rhyme and the facts She's a Poe in the making. a
Ballad of the Mute · Wed Oct 21, 2009 @ 03:52am · 0 Comments |