I Watched The Flames DieI watched the flames die from this burnt and blackened valley I can remember when they burned every aspect of this place The Flames burned too hot and now nothing but cold black ashes are leftI Watched The Flames Die
A beautiful black monument
Once stood tall to the flames, for all to see Now lays broken for all have forgotten
To burn again would be to be happy again Please just help me start the blaze again I just want to burn white hot for one more day
Cold tears flow, with no flames to warm them The sky has gone dark with no fire to light it And I just watched the flames die f
Its so hard to stand tallIt’s so hard to stand tall When my hearts been set ablaze and my head is crushing me.Its so hard to stand tall
The hole is collapsing And I’m too tired to even breathe Escape is so far gone I almost forgot it exist
My life line has shattered Now I’m falling deeper into the hole as it slowly collapses and buries me alive No one to dig me out I can only sit and wait until The weight of it all crushes me.
It’s so hard to stand tall When my hearts been set ablaze and my head is crushing me.
What would you say?What would you say, if you meet a man that just didn’t care? What if he thought all people were maggots anyway.What would you say?
What if he despised the world and all of its lovers?
If he was a man looking for an early death, and didn’t care who came with him. Would call him crazy?
If he lived his life for no reason, no reason at all. Would you call that wrong?
What would you say to that man? What would you say?
The constant battleBehind the curtain, there’s a silent one man, war raging on.The constant battle
It’s one versus none, in the never ending struggle for control. The soldier fights a Foe that, he’s not entirely sure is even there.
Every minute of everyday, he keeps the demons at bay, fighting to keep control of a burning castle.
Everyday like a sinking ship, he falls beneath the wave of demons, and like a phoenix, he rises to reclaim sanity.
No matter the odds, this soldier keeps on fighting. He fights, The constant battle between the Yes and the No.
The urge to write
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I'm your worst NiGhTmArE but your best DrEaM.
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