Clinging to life with the strength bought over the counter
A red one for the pain, a black one for the feelings and a blue one to escape
A Venetian smile poisoned into place one more day
Strife inside, strife outside; he prays, his face to the heavens as he swallows sanctuary.
I just want to forget about you
To learn, to learn to love anew
This sundered heart, this broken art
This malaria of the soul.
I was a fool
I fucked her, and she fucked me
I the veteran, she the virgin
I thought I knew it all, even that I was her false knight
But she knew better, and so should I have.
I was a fool
I was no longer her poison, she was mine
Elderly white robed men walk through the sunlight flooded hall
Their scythed fingers arcing towards their helpless thrall
held slave by desperation and fear of The old man upstairs
Blinded and bound, sense stolen by prayers.
The smell of death holds heavy over the hearts of its clients
Their business in life, their feverish hearts stumbling to sleep
The elders ask their God(s), they consult their texts, they do not know what corrupts you
Their forked tongue spews dissent as to your fault, they like you, watch time tick away.
The blood of the masses is unseen by those who hands deal in lives
Or being seen it is well hidden by those wh
Every lovers lips reminds her of him,
Every time she screams a name, its his,
Every time she closes her eyes she returns to his safe embrace,
Every man she meets cannot match the ghost she loved,
Each lovers touch reminds her of his soft caressing hands,
Each face is a mask alike her, but each she unveils she cannot find him,
Each time she closes her eyes she returns in dream to him,
Each time she awakes it is to the nightmare of her reality
Every lover she finds cannot see the tormented soul through her mask, for she wears it too well.
She does not want their pity, but she prays for help.
She longs to return to when eve
Do you feel such turmoil as to scream to Aphrodite for redemption?
Do you feel such love as to feel your very essence burn with a soft and warm glow when you are near her despite the cold of the world?
Do you feel that all of time slows when your heart beats close to hers in union?
Do you feel the soft of her skin; the warmth of her heart; the soft sweet smell of her hair; do you awake from such dreams and feel lost?
Do you feel the curse of the black shades of Nyx replace the light of your heart?
Do you feel everything in life suddenly seem meaningless, worthless as if she is the only thing of value?
Do you feel every sense tingl
Are you here? why, who, where, when? Oh god, I am talking to myself once more.
Shadows of my mind stalk me like a vulture their cries circling and echoing in my mind.
I once led men in battle, and in peace, now I battle myself and can find no peace.
My nightmarish visions haunt me like a fever, their screams, their faces, their dead.
For our country, for our people, for valour, honour, for the greater good a list of what I sold my sanity for
Was the price to high? Or was it higher for those who paid in blood? Was it my fault?
Is this punishment with no chance of redemption? I may be mad but this war is true madness.
I must sl
Do not laugh at those men who turned and fled, I wish I had, for they were right to fear it.
Those who turned before the chaos, Pitty them, their own concious torments them for living far more than you and I ever can
Every day he see's the face of a man who could not stand when his fellow men could, would, and should, if only for a bit.
Every day he see's the face of someone, he used to know like a fammiliar face in a crowd, someone who once was a man.
A man cannot respect a coward until he has felt the blackness grip him; steal all warmth and will from his body,
To cower like a beast, wild with the beastial instinct of fear
When the last horn rings,
When the last choir sings,
When the last sword is swung,
When the last tribe is stung,
Will the man who has willingly lost it all for war fight no more?
Will the woman who willing sent and lost her child cry no more?
Will the weapons become our enemies and our enemies our friends?
Will the silence be the last, the wars no more?
It is the mind that is so totally incomprehensible, yet human nature.
It is the dark path that so many follow, but so few return from.
It is the deep dive, which drowns you or creates a deep sea diver from you.
It is as equally amazing as a child coming into the world, and equally
Pit, pit, pit goes the grey curtain of rain upon my armour
thud, thud, thud goes the giant gunneries
I feel the cold metal of my rifle, the dryness of the sandbags as if it were my last.
I feel the cold blood run down my forehead and the dryness of my throat as I can find no words to describe.
Once more God calls us forth against The Great Evil in his test,
We must face the daemons, even from within, fear, it touches all men and instils its cold chill
So many of them...my friends, my family, fallen before me in this noble defence, and what of the rest?
The hundreds upon thousands who lay butchered across the floor slumped like dogs;
With each gulp a little more of the pain fades away into the numbness he desires
For he cannot live this life; when he has nothing he requires.
Food, money, a house and relatives he has them all. Yet still he wishes to forget,
for he cannot bear the pain of today, let alone tomorrow whilst still the ghosts mock him.
Cider, bear, vodka a list of inadequate cures which he cries 'cheers' to before downing it with fingers crossed
Her name still haunts him; the ghosts echo it in his mind when he forgets her face. But he knows she is lost.
The waves of drink crash against his mouth like relentles
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
The eyes of kneeling men seem to question him,
what are you running from? where are you running to?
Some look at him as if to say I wish I could run; some look as if to say I ran once...what a fool.
But yet he runs regardless; he runs from their questions and from his own.
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
For this short run he gives into his insanity in a world full of madness; he is free.
He can hardly breathe and he can hardly see, but he longs for this short taste of freedom.
He can no longer feel the warmth of the sun when it
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
The eyes of kneeling men seem to question him,
what are you running from? where are you running to?
Some look at him as if to say I wish I could run; some look as if to say I ran once...what a fool.
But yet he runs regardless; he runs from their questions and from his own.
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
For this short run he gives into his insanity in a world full of madness; he is free.
He can hardly breathe and he can hardly see, but he longs for this short taste of freedom.
He can no longer feel the warmth of the sun when it
With each gulp a little more of the pain fades away into the numbness he desires
For he cannot live this life; when he has nothing he requires.
Food, money, a house and relatives he has them all. Yet still he wishes to forget,
for he cannot bear the pain of today, let alone tomorrow whilst still the ghosts mock him.
Cider, bear, vodka a list of inadequate cures which he cries 'cheers' to before downing it with fingers crossed
Her name still haunts him; the ghosts echo it in his mind when he forgets her face. But he knows she is lost.
The waves of drink crash against his mouth like relentles
Pit, pit, pit goes the grey curtain of rain upon my armour
thud, thud, thud goes the giant gunneries
I feel the cold metal of my rifle, the dryness of the sandbags as if it were my last.
I feel the cold blood run down my forehead and the dryness of my throat as I can find no words to describe.
Once more God calls us forth against The Great Evil in his test,
We must face the daemons, even from within, fear, it touches all men and instils its cold chill
So many of them...my friends, my family, fallen before me in this noble defence, and what of the rest?
The hundreds upon thousands who lay butchered across the floor slumped like dogs;
When the last horn rings,
When the last choir sings,
When the last sword is swung,
When the last tribe is stung,
Will the man who has willingly lost it all for war fight no more?
Will the woman who willing sent and lost her child cry no more?
Will the weapons become our enemies and our enemies our friends?
Will the silence be the last, the wars no more?
It is the mind that is so totally incomprehensible, yet human nature.
It is the dark path that so many follow, but so few return from.
It is the deep dive, which drowns you or creates a deep sea diver from you.
It is as equally amazing as a child coming into the world, and equally
Do not laugh at those men who turned and fled, I wish I had, for they were right to fear it.
Those who turned before the chaos, Pitty them, their own concious torments them for living far more than you and I ever can
Every day he see's the face of a man who could not stand when his fellow men could, would, and should, if only for a bit.
Every day he see's the face of someone, he used to know like a fammiliar face in a crowd, someone who once was a man.
A man cannot respect a coward until he has felt the blackness grip him; steal all warmth and will from his body,
To cower like a beast, wild with the beastial instinct of fear
Are you here? why, who, where, when? Oh god, I am talking to myself once more.
Shadows of my mind stalk me like a vulture their cries circling and echoing in my mind.
I once led men in battle, and in peace, now I battle myself and can find no peace.
My nightmarish visions haunt me like a fever, their screams, their faces, their dead.
For our country, for our people, for valour, honour, for the greater good a list of what I sold my sanity for
Was the price to high? Or was it higher for those who paid in blood? Was it my fault?
Is this punishment with no chance of redemption? I may be mad but this war is true madness.
I must sl
Do you feel such turmoil as to scream to Aphrodite for redemption?
Do you feel such love as to feel your very essence burn with a soft and warm glow when you are near her despite the cold of the world?
Do you feel that all of time slows when your heart beats close to hers in union?
Do you feel the soft of her skin; the warmth of her heart; the soft sweet smell of her hair; do you awake from such dreams and feel lost?
Do you feel the curse of the black shades of Nyx replace the light of your heart?
Do you feel everything in life suddenly seem meaningless, worthless as if she is the only thing of value?
Do you feel every sense tingl
Every lovers lips reminds her of him,
Every time she screams a name, its his,
Every time she closes her eyes she returns to his safe embrace,
Every man she meets cannot match the ghost she loved,
Each lovers touch reminds her of his soft caressing hands,
Each face is a mask alike her, but each she unveils she cannot find him,
Each time she closes her eyes she returns in dream to him,
Each time she awakes it is to the nightmare of her reality
Every lover she finds cannot see the tormented soul through her mask, for she wears it too well.
She does not want their pity, but she prays for help.
She longs to return to when eve
Elderly white robed men walk through the sunlight flooded hall
Their scythed fingers arcing towards their helpless thrall
held slave by desperation and fear of The old man upstairs
Blinded and bound, sense stolen by prayers.
The smell of death holds heavy over the hearts of its clients
Their business in life, their feverish hearts stumbling to sleep
The elders ask their God(s), they consult their texts, they do not know what corrupts you
Their forked tongue spews dissent as to your fault, they like you, watch time tick away.
The blood of the masses is unseen by those who hands deal in lives
Or being seen it is well hidden by those wh
Clinging to life with the strength bought over the counter
A red one for the pain, a black one for the feelings and a blue one to escape
A Venetian smile poisoned into place one more day
Strife inside, strife outside; he prays, his face to the heavens as he swallows sanctuary.
I just want to forget about you
To learn, to learn to love anew
This sundered heart, this broken art
This malaria of the soul.
I was a fool
I fucked her, and she fucked me
I the veteran, she the virgin
I thought I knew it all, even that I was her false knight
But she knew better, and so should I have.
I was a fool
I was no longer her poison, she was mine
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
The eyes of kneeling men seem to question him,
what are you running from? where are you running to?
Some look at him as if to say I wish I could run; some look as if to say I ran once...what a fool.
But yet he runs regardless; he runs from their questions and from his own.
Thud thud; goes his feet, thud thud goes his heart.
For this short run he gives into his insanity in a world full of madness; he is free.
He can hardly breathe and he can hardly see, but he longs for this short taste of freedom.
He can no longer feel the warmth of the sun when it
See title :P
Basically my fantasty world is becoming both too big and to undefined; not to mention I know theirs a few loose threads in the back story to say the least!
SO! If anyone's into fantasy/ sci fi, and fancies a good read (few hundered pages fyi) then drop me a line!!
Lyrics to Hostage Of Love :
You make yourself a prisoner of me
You blind yourself so you don't have to see
You turn your life to a power above
And make yourself a hostage of love
You turn from me, you turn from the strain
Devote yourself to the power again
Distance yourself from what we avowed
You broke the rules, your my hostage now
I am a sinner
I am a saint
I am a devil
I am the ghost at the wake
I feed the swell and pull
Of your tears as they break
I am the limit of
The load you can take
You are the pulley
And I am the winch
I am salvation
Am your herald of sin
I take you beyond
Your limits of trust
Ransom yourself
They cannceled Firefly, now Sarah Connor Chronicles. I beg you dear reader, send them an e-mail, show them your anger.
And try these sites petitions too! Fox and the world must know these shows rock!
http://www.petitiononline.com/scconfox/petition-sign.html
http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/the-sarah-connor-chronicles/sign.html
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In other news; Gurkha's seem to have won! Thank fuck, but it's not a win for democracy and liberty, it's a sign that unless u put a fucking fire under the seats of members of our goverment they really just plain don't care. Disgusting truths, especial