When Roses Are RedA lovely little pinprick bleeds onto the white rose. Purity is gone, simplicity is gone, but bold passion springs forth in suitable fashion. Red overwhelms the gardener, haunting her dreams, hurting her eyes. She wants what she had before, but has given up on pulling the weeds. Her spirit dies.When Roses Are Red
Royal Oats I stir, and the pot stirs with me, on the verge of boiling. I lift my head and walk over to the stove. The wooden spoon lying next to it stares at me in anticipation, eager to serve its purpose. I reach for the oats... Old-fashioned... Maybe I am, too, but this meal always makes me feel closer to something that the majority of the world seems to have lost: simplicity. I wait until just the right moment, right as the water really starts to come alive, to speak as it once did when it came down as rain, lilting like the most graceful mouRoyal Oats
ResurrectionLust spreads its seed Like a stubborn weed That just won't go away.Resurrection
A crooked vine, A serpent winding Around the Tree of Life.
My soul is entangled. I am feeling strangled. So I make small sacrifices.
I cut off parts of myself, I have to give them up or else All of me will be cast into the fire.
This is what a fallen angel looks like, In case you were wondering. And now you've seen a man reach his limit, And fall apart at the seams. I'm breaking down again. I've broken down again. It's time to ask my God &nbs
Hell-Oh, How It Pains Me...Life goes on without you, but not as strong. Daytime cowers in fear of the storm song The stars are but a dull and distant hope. Today, I'm being hung with broken rope.Hell-Oh, How It Pains Me...
The dam falls to pieces, the river floods, It runs down my face, falls on a rosebud. My hands tremble as I lay down the pen. I sleep and do not want to wake again.
My dreams take me back to where I began, Wandering alone in a cold, dark land. Yet by some cruel joke, I still see your face, Have I dragged you into this evil place?
I've got it made
~AT
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"Oh dear God, I don't feel alive! When your cut short of misery, will you pray it be the end? Give a look surprised wide-eyed to me!"
~Coheed and Cambria, Delirium Trigger
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