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Fallen Angel
When thunder rolls over the infinate skys the children say prayers and are then kissed good night
I look up...and watch the setting sun
I see clouds fade to black and stars twinkle to life the midnight horizon now is shining bright
As my eyes close, I feel the massive tradgedy.
*Can the north western seas really depart the mists and folds of time?
*For then everything fails to tell the great tales of an angels true fallen glory
Birds sing in the wind as the night creeps steadily on their songs fade solumnly out as does the bright shining sun
Why does the darkness seem to welcome me so?
My own agony of loss and betrayal keeps holding me back from setting asail
I can never leave, and never see another world as this one
*Can the north western seas carry away my burdens or my peace?
*For if great tales are not told, then I remain a lonely fallen angel.
Slain/Draven 2006
Draven Syonic · Thu Jun 08, 2006 @ 07:17pm · 0 Comments |
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The New Me
"Though many a day shall pass, upon this earth my spirit roams. I feel no pain nor emotion. I am an empty shell, a shadow of my former day. Deal with me how you will world, I am ready."
Slain/Draven/Lost Hope 2005
Draven Syonic · Thu Jul 28, 2005 @ 07:44am · 0 Comments |
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Broken and Torn
Written by - Slain/Draven 2005
All the people who say their here, to catch me when I fall. Never really think about, being my friend at all.
I have no one to hold me, I have no one to care. I sit here sheading tears again, while all are unaware.
No longer will I stand, for betrayal of the heart. For all those who claim to care, are tearing me apart.
If I have a friend that will stand by me, then tell me where they lay. For I am not convinced, that even they will not betray.
So deal me the hand of life, and leave me to die in peace. I stand here broken and torn, my agony will never cease.
Draven Syonic · Tue Jul 12, 2005 @ 12:48am · 0 Comments |
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A horde of desolate wasteland, where fear and dred hold souls to their impending doom. One warrior with the strength that only one heart could provide. the power of one mind. weilds the most powerful weapon of all. Truth. Truth is the most powerful of any, yet the weakest as well, for if thou cannot use thine truth, thine will shurely fail. Faith is what any true spirit needs to claim the crown from off the throne and take back the kingdom that used to be at peace. Yet, without faith, the truth will fail once more, and from this lack of heart...this lack of soul..... the 'horde' will rule again.
Draven Syonic · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 08:15pm · 0 Comments |
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Here Today
Why through all my misery, do people gather round to see, what the image is of me, of what the world wants me to be.
Yet I must tell you here today, that my image is here to stay, never to die or go away, for you or anyone.
Only I decided my fate, of whats untrue I like to hate, with all omnipetent, intricate dwellings on the mind, what I find is me.
Draven Syonic · Wed May 04, 2005 @ 02:41am · 0 Comments |
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