Capton on Worry
The tides are turning bad and grim,
Said the salior to his capton.
The water wants us down and done,
The score showed that the tides had won.
The capton held at his wheel,
With his stern and mighty fist.
We'll keep this up until we're there,
He said it with a glare.
They felt that the end was near for them,
That their time would soon be finished.
At last the pair jumped to the deck,
And soonn rung their own neck.
The capton thought and paniced at this,
His men had gone to the stars.
And soon enough he did the same,
pull, click, and took dead aim.
BANG!
Time Doesnt Stand Still
Tick, Tock, Tick.
Is this a dream I see?
The hands of time dont stop for me,
This cursed place is damned.
How much can I bare to see?
I have lost most self control.
Standing in this shattered soul,
As the sands of time grow thin.
I run for the door to escape this place,
but only face the darkness.
Time doenst stand still for me,
Tick, Tock, Tick.
 Darth_Reven · Sat Dec 09, 2006 @ 12:25am · 2 Comments |
