Sunnykidd94

Love is (Evil) Come, all you foolish lovers Let's celebrate the summer winds, and newborn flowers Lets gather under the same summer night sky Let's hold hands, and pretend we can fly For you, all you foolish lovers, are blinded by Eros's powers His arrows bring sorrow and forbidden acts, thus lies should be hidden from us. It is said that to cry is to know that you are alive I'd rather succumb to the darkness, than letting his poison tongue thrive my heart once again. Oh, all you foolish lovers, can't you see? Love is as vengeeful as a weeping family's banshee Love is the poison apple, of Eden's fruit tree Love is as harsh as the stormy sea

Roses As the hash withering breeze holds on to me. A whisper in the night, calm and peaceful. The night holds still in the hush of life. And then I gaze upon death's caress. Approach me it said, and closer I came. But in the far end my shackles delay my steps. The withering breeze holds on. And I remain alive. No man lives so poor as he was born. I don't remember pure sensations. Gaze peacefully into the past. I'm dust and to dust I shall return. My memories of love and hate. Both shall burn me up. Devour my sad whimperings. The cutting whip is mine to feel. No symphony in mind to colour my dreams. Still I can't see the path, I don't have

Shameful heaven I have no future the light wasn't made for me the flames won't burn i wish that i could be the one that gained your trust and not the one who left you in pain and sinfull lust i wish that i was good enough to grant you love and joy but then i know that i am all alone. Let me hold your confidence so i can feel warmth, instead of worthless tears discard all my love and leave me here in shame i wish that i was good enough to set your eyes on fire to lift your heart to shine but then i know that i am all alone. I hope for you to come to walk with me in silence in the Edens garden nature is his church so will you be fooled by hi

We, the fallen. In you I see a burning soul. Misty eyes, your heart black as coal, take my hand, you my wise, and watch the children of tomorrow rise, the wind of change that you breath in, a sign of hope a hope of life, the chance is now our chance to fight, we are betrayed, our lord has forgotten, he turned his back, called us missbegotten, awful and rotten so come with me. So many mouths that dare not speak his name, behold them, raised complete and fine The battle for our lives is so brief Take my hand and walk with me, let the sun burn in our face, let its love and grace wash away any trace of fear, and embrace whats to come. The whis

I am Free I am feared among both man and beast I am pure sensation, seductive at least I am all knowing, you turn to me when you don't know where you are going I am balance between every aspect your mind can read I am chaos to every temptation you heed Now, i think you wonder Will the truth always be hidden under, or reveal itself and tear you asunder? I am feared among both man and beast I am pure sensation, seductive at least I am all knowing, you turn to me when you don't know where you are going I am balance between every aspect your mind can read I am chaos to every temptation you heed But most of all I am free.

The tower of longing souls One dark afternoon, like a spectre I flew through the village where silence were kept. Only time can explain what crime be stood this place, when it were at its prime. The story is told, by a spirit of old, who once lived by the lake. His tale are curious, yet it's plot is furious, even injurious. For once upon a midnight hour, a dark, insidious power, took hold of the bell tower, standing tall in the village's center square. The bells started to sing, yet not as bells should cling, more like a sting from a venomous serpent's bite. The people of the village, fell like flies, their cries can still be heard in the

As the hash withering breeze holds on to me. A whisper in the night, calm and peaceful. The night holds still in the hush of life. And then I gaze upon death's caress. Approach me it said, and closer I came. But in the far end my shackles delay my steps. The withering breeze holds on. And I remain alive. No man lives so poor as he was born. I don't remember pure sensations. Gaze peacefully into the past. I'm dust and to dust I shall return. My memories of love and hate. Both shall burn me up. Devour my sad whimperings. The cutting whip is mine to feel. No symphony in mind to colour my dreams. Still I can't see the path, I don't have clearan