Apocalyptic Symphony
Written By: ElzEye
I occupy myself to fill the vastness of this black void…
A useless factoid like that of paranoid androids…
If only I could destroy worlds with a mass of asteroids…
I’d bring calamity and sound to a halting black noise…
Complete silence; hear it speaking in hollow tongues…
I hear them freaking; watch the sinners follow nuns…
As a final attempt to keep their riches the greedy swallow funds…
I look down upon while I commence the bombers run…
Like crashing napalm suns, their bodies turned to ashes…
Picasso’s Guernica; a beautiful display of morbid madness…
I watched them burn in masses; It only hurts to laugh when…
They scream death; but I have no concern for that shit…
The tragic deaths of billions came at their own hand…
I’m no man just an instrument of war from your homeland…
A martyr if you will, controlled by a rich Presidential old man…
One command an I swear I’ll kill you where your soul stands…
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Written By: ElzEye
Intensified anticipation amidst a simple conversation...
Her soft voice broadcasting and I'm too stuck to change the station...
An as I stare in amazement at every breath she takes in...
I'm shaken; All at once my sensations cave in...
An though we talked there were many things I did not say…
I just figured revealing them would be a lot to take…
So as I pen this I’m watching, waiting for the clock to break…
Because time has stopped; I have parked my thoughts in caution’s way…
What I want to say should be locked away an clearly forgotten…
Put the pencil away; Awaken from a moment I often get lost in…
Cause’ in my mind she was constant, my mind was exhausted…
But there was always a fine line an I refused to have crossed it…
It feels so strange now that I've had her so close to me...
An can't help but hear every word whenever she goes to speak...
That just goes to show that the past remains an flows so deep...
Maybe one day she'll notice, whenever she dreams or goes to sleep...
Written By: ElzEye
Intensified anticipation amidst a simple conversation...
Her soft voice broadcasting and I'm too stuck to change the station...
An as I stare in amazement at every breath she takes in...
I'm shaken; All at once my sensations cave in...
An though we talked there were many things I did not say…
I just figured revealing them would be a lot to take…
So as I pen this I’m watching, waiting for the clock to break…
Because time has stopped; I have parked my thoughts in caution’s way…
What I want to say should be locked away an clearly forgotten…
Put the pencil away; Awaken from a moment I often get lost in…
Cause’ in my mind she was constant, my mind was exhausted…
But there was always a fine line an I refused to have crossed it…
It feels so strange now that I've had her so close to me...
An can't help but hear every word whenever she goes to speak...
That just goes to show that the past remains an flows so deep...
Maybe one day she'll notice, whenever she dreams or goes to sleep...
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