Writing Several Different Songs

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]... that I wrote.

- Saint -

It's ok.
I'm awake.
I'm alive.
For another day.

It's alright.
I'm okay.
I've been around this place
And I think I finally caved.

It's a time
It's a place.
For the people within us
To finally escape.

Yes, I'm a saint.
But it's ok.
You'll kill me..
Anyway.

Yes, I'm a Christ.
But it's my time
You'll never listen..
Anyway.

Yes, I'm a God.
But it's no fun.
You'll never remember me..
Intill your done.

But it's ok.
I'll kill myself, anyway.
And that's alright.
I'll end up flying, to that place.

And that's ok.
Aint alright.
But it's ok.
To finally see the lights
That dance within the day.

And thats just fine.
Yea, it's ok.
The bloods on the floor
Anyway.

And it's ok
I'm awake
But not for long.
And that's alright.
Yea, it's ok.

My bodies dead
My spirits gone
And it's ok.

Yea.
It's just fine.
Cause i'm a Christ.
And it's my time.

And all you'll say
Is 'ok'.
But thats alright.
Cause i'm a saint.

I forgave your mistakes.
Dont ever leave me.
But its ok.
Cause i'm just a God.
And you gotta carry your own stake.

But that aint ok.

- The Rain -

As I sat alone in the cold
My thoughts and memories covered with mold
To the blade before me, I sold my soul.
And thus my heart turns to blackened coal.

I never imagined, not in my dreams
That you could do something to destroy everything
As your reverberating voice does sing
Why does life calamity, bring?

Will my death, be all in vain?
Will it change someones life?
Can I halt, all my pain
With this glistening knife?
"No." Is the answer from the rain
"You will never end your life
For others lifes you would drain."

My cold stare reiterates my hesistance
As the rain does continue its descent
I remember all that I have lost since
The words of the rain- Is it true what they ment?

Alas, will I ever know?
Through the winter,
Into the snow.
Standing in the center
The spotlight of the show
All the worlds a splinter
That's how the quote should go.

But, I will die a martyr.
Alone with nothing in this world
Just another suicidal slaughter
My thoughts dwindle on my girl
Then they drift to my future daughter
As beatiful as a fine white pearl.
Why should she have to die a Martyr?

"She shouldnt." comes the simply reply.
"She shouldnt be the one to die.."
"All this life, isnt a lie."
But life will still pass me by
So why not take my chance to die..

- January -

The last time I cryed
Was when I first heard that you died
The pain I felt then was so real
And by now, it should have healed.
As slow as the turning of the mill
As loud as the shut of a window sill
I can feel it burning everyday
The need for blood to pour down the drain.
You didnt die in vain
I can continue on, shouldering the shame.

- Hills -

A hilltop home grown for two
One for me, And another for you
To sit and sigh
To stare and cry
To remember, why we are so blue.

A grassy little plain
With no where to hide from the rain.
For lovers in a windowsill
To sit and start to complain
About love, and life
and life and love
And all the stars
That twinkle brilliantly above

A leafy type of tree
Made for naps of three
A onesome, a twosome
Enough for you and me.
Its a kind of interesting melody
That sticks within your folds
Its a sacred kind of memory
That grows green with envy and mold.

A Windmill turning silently
a creaking creaking pleasentry.
Something, someone said to me
Within the silent shimmery.
A confined sort of social skill
Atop the turning Windmill
Just turning, turning
With the wind
As if tomorrow
holds no sin
Yes i'm turning, Turning
With the wind.
As if tomorrow
Has no sin.

But upon our hilltop, so green and tall
I feel like I am King of it All
My worries, My worries
All fade away
As I dwindle with the Fairies at play.
Cause once upon a time
this fair hilltop was mine.
And its own memory, will forever shine.

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Been awhile since I graced the Literature forum..[/color]

[Sara]

[size=1]I like them...You're good with words. Seem to rhyme 'ane' a lot, though..[/size]

[DKsAngel]

yeap, and he is good with words..I wish I was >.<"