Great, really liking the metaphors. I only wish you would've experimented with the subjects a bit, love, anger etc. are pretty cliché imo. But overall, I really liked it.
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Dreaming of Zion, Awake Sleeping Awake.
"We’ve never tried to come off as better than our fans, our fans... when they come to see us play, they’re actually a part of, you know, us playing. Sonny, the way he is on stage, he connects with them, emotional and in every kind of way you can imagine, you know, musically, and I think that they can see that it’s not, you know, a put on, it’s not something that’s fake, it’s real." - Mark Daniels of P.O.D.
skin rotting like the black moon of decay,eyes of stone burn ,burn like fire on the sun of molten flesh of tears of stone
Lips of razors spilling the liquid of crimson that drizzles like rain down her flesh of white stained tainted red and decaying through ageing time of endless counts of torment through demons that claw through her chest ripping open
a hole a hole of black a hole of death a hole of burning searing pain like flesh being peeled off like a apple being shaved of its flesh that protects its juicey insides of healthiness
Empty chest ,empty heart empty veins..mind empty of thoughts that linger like a echo in a valley of mountains,that stand like a painted picture in the sky that is real to touch real to smell real to taste its beauty,yet so empty of vast endless searing emptiness
fading strenght soaring into the fires of hell ,the fire of sun's locked onto her eyes twisting emptiness into vast vally's of nothing but lonely mountains...with life beyond nothing
Hope becoming a dying a rose through the vast empty winter storms belowing within the hole of edges and burning searing torment ripping away life like flesh
she crumbles like a building caught in a fire of comets falling like rain like empty skies crying down to the world to descend its emptiness into rivers of nothing but sorrow
like the childern of nothing lay their life upon the blade that takes away all they wish to not feel or know they could feel if they allowed themselfs to feel the world's emotion's daily ,so they lay their life upon the blade of relief
only then can they feel numb and dead dead like black dead like fire dead like wind dead like vast empty space .
Perched,Perched Upon the tip of the blade,I she/he, it Has thoughts ripped away ,as if Reaching into very core of I,She/he,it And Ripping out the soul of someone with nothing more then truth
Drip,Drop,Drip falls rain of sadness.
I,She/he,it stands apon the crumbling mountain of ashs that lay among the singed grass and trees
I,She/he,It bleeds tears of endless pain and past memories and betrayal/hurt/shame and anger
For perched upon the tip of the blade ,surrounded by rain of tears lost within the mountain of crumbling ashs locked within the scars and tears of burdens
I walk along the path lined with rose scented light at the end of the path,I attempt to follow this scent of happy..I can taste the tree's/flowers/grass and rain and the sun and clouds..it almost like feels like being a child one more time
I walk along a path..but its a trick this path this was my way home my way to love my way to happy my way to dreams of roses and lemon's fresh from the tree's I walk the path only tripping toward the light..as if something doesnt want me to reach the light..almost like the dark wants me in this forest of bleak darkness that doesnt allow any light..except for the one on the last path..which i attempt to finsh..
I walk ,walk ,walk alone...each day feels as if I am dying slowly as if my life is a line and inch by inch my life being cut short of its length but I walk ..and walk and have saved many from my fate..but i know this voice that says " Hope wins all battles and faith shines brighter then all the
darkness in the world" , those words gives me courage and hope into winning this battle for happy..for the taste of tree's and flowers and grass and sun and rain and all of nature.
I / She / He / It walks beside me...with there wings so bright..so golden so so gentle to touch..almost like touching water that has not been altered by chemcials in the air their eyes so beautiful like looking into glass..they walk beside me..to help me in this
battle for my happy..for my survial...the golden arc angels...have been sent to help me by their true god ...who cares for us and I walk through the enterence of light ..and the smells and taste of tree's/flowers/grass/rain and sun and clouds...overwhelm Me..
I am taken back by all the beauty...the grass so green...the sky so blue ...that it seems unreal the sun so bright but it doesnt hurt your eyes...birds so happy..fairies in heaven ..unicorns in heaven mermaids in the ocean of heaven...and ducks and all things beautiful ..linger here in heaven of the truest
beauties..of the mind and world For I have surived all ..with the help of the golden arc angels.
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