remnentsofabrokenman

My heart was stolen, long ago. I was but a child, young and small. The life that surrounded me, I feared bit caused me pain, horrible uncertainty. The real me, I'm not sure if I had lost, or had never even found to begin with. So I stole into the night, my heart heavy. I searched for a place of wonder, a place no world but my own; existed. So clad like a shadow, I vanished into the darkness of the night. As I walked through the starless night, nothing seemed to appear. When suddenly a beauty, I never knew before appeared. A lone tree, old. Roots, reaching deep. Flowers in bloom, along every branch. Cherry Blossoms sublime, beauty so divine. I

Belief is the great strength an flaw of man. Whether belief drive us through the unachievable, or drive us to madness. Tis not for I to say. Yet alas alas, belief can drive us to an area of the mind. A part of the soul our humanity once lost. Throwing the door of wonder and the imagination open. To fill our heads with prose, and rhyme. Tis thing ye call belief, can open the mind and soul, to a power 'twas once unimaginable to us. Yet alas alas thy dear young child, you shan't forget, or ye only be a fool. Belief tis a doubled edged blade, and can go either way. A unbalanced scale on the top of a sword. 'Twas belief a gift, or the curse of the

I fall into a daze, slip into a dream. Butterflies, oh what a delite. Sandman has brought me a dream, a world of peace. A dream, of happiness. But suddenly the world turns, Pitch Black emerge. The place I thought held peace, now a world of evil. Darkness rules, fear its very tool. The world, it twists and it turns. My horrors come to life, my demons before my eyes. I'm in a world I never wanted to know, a mission I cannot see. Free me from this, nightmare quicken my end. Set me free from this, oh nightmare quicken my end. As Pitch Black takes form, clutching thy throat. He consumes my mind, a monster unkind. The nightmare consumes, destroying

I've been trying to figure out what to say or do for your birthday. Been wondering all day, and I came up with this for you. The legend of the cherry blossom, it is one of old indeed. When I asked you o be mine, I recounted this beautiful and delicate flower's tale. But their is an aspect, a small pearl of the blossom's story; I had saved for another time. You see Laura, I recounted the beauty of the cherry blossom. The way it hides, the way it is late to bloom; and, the beauty when it blossoms in full. The insurmountable beauty and elegance, such a small thing holds. But now, for your birthday. The final pearl of the story, I tell for you.

You know how winter is so bleak, dark and dreary? The first day of spring hits and the cherry blossoms bloom. Its so beautiful, sunny. The sweet call of the birds, echoing through the air. Its sweet, happy, just peaceful. Even in the most dark of places, whether foggy, rain and dreary. The cherry blossoms....as soon as they bloom, its no longer dreary, and gloomy. But theres always that one...that one cherry blossom. That always seems to hide, hide from the world. No one tends to get it, its oft forgotten. But when it blooms, its the purest flower...the most captivating of the rest. But so many blossoms surround it, it oft still remains unnot

Intro chorus: Evol is tha name, love the game. Life's to blame, a force can't be tamed. Pain is within, the cards in play. Will today be the day, or will it make us pay. Will this live be evol, or kind and sublime. Will it define, or turn away blind. Can u play and anti up to tha call, or will you fold. Play the game, see if it can be tamed. Ill play the game, and the world take all the blame. Should I play this hand, and rule the lov of this land! Verse 1: There's something called love, a gift from above. Something our as a dove. But love is evol, spell it backwards you'll kno. Fuck and let's go, to home on tha road. Love is no mo, the meani

Horror of the Shade, just like a blade. Looms in the dark, bite worse than bark. Shadow of the night, fills me with fright. A shadow, looming over my head. Feasting on my mind, sanity hard to find. I'm going out of my mind, please oh Shade, be kind. Release me, from this here nightmare. I fear to wake in a sweat, cuz I know it's not over yet. I hear my blood, pound in my ears. The Shade, leers. I shake in a sweat, as demons run wild. So monstrous and vile. I feel I'm puking bile. Horror of the shade, cuts like a blade. Nightmare of my mind, please Shade, be kind. As the nightmare takes hold, my soul loses hold. I tumble down an abyss, pitch b

Light vs. Dark, Evil vs. good, God vs. Satan. Opposites of the spectrum, a eternal struggle of power. One, one the light. The light to penetrate the darkness and horror, of the shade. And one, one of the purest evil. Set, only on the destruction and firery oblivion, of all mankind. A tormented, horrific battle. With an end result, of only devastation on the horizon, and pain in its wake. To the original Japanese, the eternal beings writhing in everlasting battle, is the dragon and the tiger. Who the figures are in this eternal struggle for the fate of mankind, that varies purely on the culture; and, the story they deem most coherent. But if y

Harvestor of the damned, ferryman of Hades. Cryptically erect he stands. Clad, in firery folds, of his blood stained cloak. The shadows creep from the dark, the hounds of hell baying at his heels. As the moonlit sky looms over head, the shrills of the damned resonate through the night. His icey hand clutching his scythe, as his demonic eyes pierce to your core. Ominously he looms, coldly he stares. The folds of his tattered cloak wisps in the wind. And I see, yes I see. The agonized faces, of the souls he's crushed. As their wail of eternal agony is etched in my mind and soul. Who is this demon, this hell spawn.  Who, is this creature of the