Cataclysm Clocks.Silently creeping through the fogwithout stirring cat or dognor horse or cattleeven the chains don't rattlewhen this silent assailent passes bynot light or darknessor any solid or stonecan sway this silent stalkerand as it works its way to the bonein kings and soldiers, princes or paupersslowly eating away at all in it's wayIt can't be seen or heardnot even the wisest of men knowhow it's wounds seem to showon the flesh and boneand on the wood and stone,slowly destroying all in it's pathBut this trickster has many powersit can cause lovers to partand the destruction of even the tallest towers.It can cause fueds to startand can eat away the most beautiful flowers.Nothing can stop it,everything knows it's thereand as it's wounds and bruises show all over the placeand it's crafty hands cause the destruction of us allTime will always have a smile on it's face.
The Stars of Life.To hear the sounds of airrushing into your new earspunching a hole in the solitudeof the black and the warmto be a child without a carewith fun overlapping all the fearto watch the twilight in a perfect moodwith no care of the coming stormthe disagreements with the normaland the arguements with the oldand not a care about the formaland to never do what you're toldthe work and labor of the worldis nothing you ever expectedand your views on life, work and strifealso changed who you once respectedThe coming of time and a simple worldas well as the aches and pains of ageand the responsibilites of peace and solitudenow rest upon your own shouldersthe time of sleep, and endless sleepis just around the bendand all the thing that happened in your timeall complete the graceful end
Domestic Demisescreaming, yelling, crying and fightingholes in wallsbroken platesand trash strewn out all over the placetears creating puddles of depressionin the carpet and the soulfurniture thrownand the wounds have grownfrom the violence and anger combinedcalmness can never reside herein the walls of pain and sorrowand the glass, and booze have caused a fearthat will be felt longer than tomorrownot just a week, a month but many a yearchildren screaming, crying and cringingin corners dark and wet with painwith fear as palpable as the rainbruises, cuts, scratches and sprainstake their toll on a broken soulthe violence starts to reach a peakand only anger and fear remain hereand out of the blue not a moment too soonthe angry man comes up with a planand the violence comes to a haltafter the booming blasts that will always lastin the eyes and the ears and mind and fearsof the children who were there in the pastwatching the light of the life of the wifeslipping away, never to
The Dancing FlamesFlamesingeing the very foundationsof what humanity was built uponcrushing the dreams of the hopefulland entertaining the recklessDistruction of mass proportionsor the pleasure of warm heatbouncing off the sweat and skinwarming all the body withina simple match that starts an ovenfeeding a family of the rich or poora lighting bolt catching a forest aflamethe consequences for trying to controlBringing life into the worldby the ashes of forest creating flowersor taking life away in a swirlin giant explosion of golden showers
The Fortress of Doom, My RoomMy sanctuaryWith the wallsand all the clothes strewnnot just on the flooror the bedbut everywhere else insteadwith walls and wiresclothing and such attireand crumbs and antsand shirts and pantsthat is my roomno matter where I goit always looks differentbut always feels the samedoesn't matter how muchi think it's tidyeveryone else always sees a messand even if my socksalways seem to be hidingI always seem to get dressedand even if cansof soda popalways congregate by my bedThere still is roomon the dresser topI always say to myself in my headNow I know you thinkmy room may stinkand needs to be cleared of trashI always seemto keep track of it alland even find some cashmy room is a messand im not the bestof keeping this these opinionsoff my chestbut I like my roomI don't need a broomand it's not going to changeanytime soonthat is my roomthat's how it will stayfrom every houseand every dayMy room <3
Mah Blood, Not Creepy :3Flowing through my bodyis my blood . . .Gross!!!As it goes through my heartand down my legsand up the armsand through the brainsand by my chestand through my sideand over my breastand in my eyesand on the toungeand over my toesand through the earsand in my noseand on my armsand on the kneesand through the liverand also kidneysmy blood is what makes me liveeven if it's red and grossand ever since i was in the cribblood is what I thank the mostfor blood is found in many placesin women, children, man and my dogand even when I'm hurt real badblood is smart and starts to clog.I like my bloodthank you blood<3