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Memories of the WorldThis land is slowly dying
as everyone can see,
but hardly anyone notices,
including you and me.
That this world is not dying
in the way that we believe.
This world is slowly dying,
because of the memories that we leave.
Wars that we should wage,
and deadly games that we should play.
We should bear our fangs,
Living our lives untamed.
These are the memories that have been left.
And to me it's rather easy to see,
that from our past we shall never be free.
So wars shall come,
and wars shall leave,
but in our brains they're forever engraved.
I hope one day we'll forget the past.
A bloody past I shall never outlast.
A Warrior's RemorseI cannot sleep, and yet I cannot wake.
Every time I close my eyes I'm filled with hate.
Memories of old haunt me every day.
I pray that one day they'll go away.
I've tried to forget the sins I've committed,
but in the end what I'll never forget is,
the dark red flow heading down the street,
and it's all streaming down from my hands to my feet.
I am but a demon with no disguise,
seeing the liquid is my prize.
I hate the monster that I am.
No self control, no master plan.
So to this day I make a vow.
To keep my sanity up, and my anger down.
Never again will my hands be stained.
From now on I shall sheath my blade.
And the day that I forget this vow.
I pray the ones I know will hunt me down.
For a draw sword without a sheath,
is nothing but a dog who forever bears it's teeth.
Dreams of the PastIt's hard to explain what happened that cold winter night, but I have promised myself that I would do what I can to get out the truth. For the sake of my own sanity.
It started as we were getting ready for the end of class. I had been gathering up my items, making sure to organize them within my briefcase, when suddenly she came over to me. She stood at around five foot six, with long black hair and green eyes, wearing our college's uniform. She was slightly hesitant in asking if I would walk with her for a while...I should have realized that something was wrong with how her eyes seemed to be lacking light. Not wanting to be rude, I agreed to walk with her, and finished packing my belongings.
As we were exiting the college, I asked her why she decided that she wanted to walk with me. This question was answered with yet another question as she asked me, "Why wouldn't I?".
At this point, I believed that this was a prank that had been set up by my friends back home. There was no way that
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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