Snow Angel"Crispy wet flakes, twirls my cheeks as I walk through meadows of endless frozen seas. My black velvet skirt looks like powder sugar was frosted onto it. I walk barefoot in the snow, leaving small little footprints."I walk, waiting for nothing to happen. I sigh, what is there to do? I look behind me in the frosted wonderland, having many flashbacks on the things I was forced to do. Well I had to do it, it was my job. Whether I like or not, I am forced to do things that I don't like. I remember them, roaring, tearing down the carriage that held nothing, but emptiness. I remember capturing them, forcing them to dance along with myself. The ne
Scream1st PersonI'll listen to loud musicTill I'm deaf2nd PersonI'll forget everythingTill there's nothing left3rd PersonI'll scream foreverTill I have no voice4th PersonI'll cut the lineTill there is nothing more
Death KnightsWonderer of whispersEchoing through their earsLike nothing can disappearUnder the grasp of the knightsNothing can surviveThese dark timesThey only kill shadows,Leaving bloody shellsThere's nothing left,But the broken soulsWondering the nightLeaving tears of despairWatching from above,Their eyes seeking revengeLaughter of the kingKnowing nothing about warDies from the murderersEating him aliveScreaming fills the airFrightening little childrenTo protect,Take them away