Marcrin

You have no song to sing       no story to write       no dance to do       no art to create You are boredom Nothing you do is interesting You just step in line, take on the role and just pass days by You are bored Bored with the way you live, You try to change it But you can't For you are boredom There is nothing interesting about you The people around you forget, most don't even see you Your features are plain thus people forget what you look like You disappear within a crowd Vanish in a field of people "Goodbye, we'll catch up sometime" they say to you Out of sight out of mind Your gone never to be seen again You start t

There's blood on my hands There's blood on the floor There's blood on the wall There's blood on the door There you are lying on the ground Just lying there without a sound The life you once had has fled with your breath A slickly smell clouds the room, it smells of death and wafts through the air Realization hits me As hard as I hit you I cut you through and through Tendons, organs, muscles, veins After what I did there was no pain It was peaceful Almost blissful The screams in my head stopped yelling Telling me what to do As I look back down A wicked smile smothers my frown I place the dagger into your chest As if placing

I am a seeker of knowledge I don't want to be tied down to one job, one life, one set of opportunities I say to hell with that!! I want to learn everything there is about to learn about this world From how plants live to humans evolution From ancient history to modern I want to experience everything that the world has to offer From adrenalin rushing thrills to peaceful and relaxing rides down a river From breath taking views to extraordinary art galleries I want to explore the world and see everything in person From the tropical jungles to the harsh climates of deserts and tundra From large cities to country towns This world has s

Open your mind Don't see the world in black and white Or in shades of grey See the world as it should be in the bright colours it is! We live in a world where people see only a partial, most of the time people are to tied up with trying to gain money. People should see the world as it was meant to be, beautiful, rich, wonderful! We build over the land constructing towers of glass, brick and stone We destroy the brilliant colours of the world to make out our world. But the world of man is a dull one, there barely any colour in mans world. There is beauty true, just look at this site the amount of originality and colour is amazing but

The waiting, its torment We are waiting We wait to come home We wait for others to come home We wait for the days to end We wait for the days to start The waiting, its maddening Can't you see us? Can't you hear us? Screaming, yelling, shouting We are here but no one see's us We wait for the days when the solitude ends When we are seen by those around us We are waiting..

We all have our webs of lies......      We weave our lies through the web      We trap people on the web that we have created      We create these to protect ourselves from each other      We hide behind the strings      We make them strong and unbreakable Or so we think.......      But how long?      How long until our webs break               until our webs fall apart      How long until someone sees through our lies      How long until we become caught in our own web And the what?.....      Shall you cry?      Break down?      Give up? Or shall you admit your faults?      Will you accept the consequences of y

There are whispers in the shadows Eyes in the darkness Movements in the night Wanderers in the void They are the watchers the seekers the listeners the speakers They communicate with the men and women in the world of the living They do not show themselves They only talk They walk between the realms of the living and the dead Their existence is unknown We do not know why they are here nor do we know what they want We do not know their name So thus we call them void walkers

We all have our own masks that we wear. We wear them to gain approval of others We wear them to intimidate To show nothing To cheat To lie To cry To hide ourselves from others To keep others happy To keep others from knowing the truth But how many masks can you place on yourself before they become a burden to you an fall off revealing who you truly are? How long until you forget which mask was actually your face? How long until everything you know comes crashing down upon you? How long until it drives you insane keeping all your masks in tact? It doesn't take much To break a mask To steal it To bend it To create it anew But

I'm cold My heart is cold I have no more tears to cry They dried up along time ago I cannot feel sadness or grief or sympathy towards anyone People call me heartless, they call me cruel They don't understand, I try to make them understand why I am cold But they just sit there and call me cruel and inhuman They do not understand These emotions that I' am suppose to have They were torn from me by the very people that once called me friend or family So then why is it that they call me cruel? It's because they are afraid If a man cannot feel sorrow or grief then what is he? That is their question Indeed what is he? something more t

If I had a sword, I would give you my blade With my blade comes my loyalty With my loyalty, you have me I will always watch over you Keeping you safe from dangers of the night Without you knowing, I shall watch the skies for danger I will let not harm come to you My loyalty however is not submission or obedience If you stray from the path of light, you will not have my loyalty Without my loyalty, I cannot protect you If you fall to darkness, I will cut you down where you stand For I will not allow you stray into a world of chaos I have been there once before........