Schizophrenia

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Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Witch's Cauldron

The Spell Cooking pot,cooking pot What is it thats brewing? Tell me this I need to know what it is they're doing Cooking pot, cooking pot Tell me if its beans, Tell me this oh magic pot, I need to plot my schemes. Cooking pot, cooking pot Are they boiling mice? I'm marching on as to war,I do not... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Sting

Like a Bee Like a bee You hurt me Your vicious sting I simply cried But in the end you died Because I cried so you died shouldn't have made me cry Wouldn't have let you die Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

FIRE STARTER!!!

So you lit the match and set it off! So sprinkle some water, there in the trough! So self obsessed, You couldn't see Sun beaten leaves up in the trees, "To clear the jungle" so you said, "Of foreign creatures" just to upgrade. But these torid flames how they burn Scorching,searing, turn by turn, And... Sign in to see full entry.

PRAYING, ALLEGIANCE

† Well here is one that takes me there I heard you love me,I know you care. It's a prayer is what this is Clammy clasped hands, on bended knee. Grant my wish and don't say no This is my way I choose to go. For you're the master I seek no other I've found my way I'll look no further. I give to thee... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

I am a stain And I remain

Blood Washes Off I Am A Stain! And I remain, I am the ghost thats in your brain. I am the fire that you await, That nugging feeling that never lets, Those dying faces you won't forget. I am the agony in your soul, The morbid fear as you fall, I am the dreadful silence when you call. I am the bag of... Sign in to see full entry.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

For The Love OF God † For the love of God and human rights, Lay by mine if only for tonight. Take me in a storm is a-brewing, For by my own lies a morbid undoing. Keep me safe from the wolf in my bed, Save me oh angel from the ghosts in my head. I beg thee beget by your bountiful bossom, Blue skies... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

THE MESSENGER

The Messenger If I had lived to tell of the things I saw, I would paint a picture of bloody gore! Under the rubble and dust filled skies, A mother cries Her young one dies. If I'd lived to tell what went on here, I would not forget to mention the fear. The panic we felt when near drew time, And hope... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Become No More

Become No More What have I become? See the blood on my hands What have I become? I'm not my fathers son What have I become, My soul is gone from here And it soars, and it soars, in the bright blue clear. What have I become? How did it pass me by? The smile,the song, the sweet lullaby? What have I... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 6, 2007

The Dead Poet

The Dead Poet The page stares out wide eyed and white But the ink is dry, he cannot write. The soil in his heart is dry and stoney. But without rhymes to plant can you grow a story? His soul cries out to the voices of night, But they are cruel, remorsless, can't stand his sight. He picks up his pen,... Sign in to see full entry.

And all these things I cannot bear to witness any longer!

† They're Here! Can you Smell it? So strong and rancid, The burning souls of foes defeated? Can you taste it? So thick and salty, The blood that pours into the streams? Can you hear them? Their helpless screams, Of women crying and children dying? Can you see them? The flowing tears, Of men defeated... Sign in to see full entry.

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Odes From the Abyss. All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that he might turn his eyes towards the stars and his gaze upon the sky. Ovid,Metamorphosis

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