Dig a mass grave There will be A massacre tonight
From the Gates
Demons come crawling From the gates of Hell In hoards
Death Follows
Plants die everywhere she walks To match her depressive state Like the manifestation Of her own personal rain cloud
Not Yet
My fingers bleed From the agony Of trying to tear
Blackout #221
And if tonight I go my spirit walks in autumn storms
The World Keeps Turning
How can the stars still shine When my world has created Leaving a blazing hole within -Kel Dayheart
Sunk
Drowning in your river Won't you save me From its roar? -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #214
Anchor me so I do not drown.
Live On
Paint me immortal Write me immortal I wish to live on In some form long after I'm gone -Kel Dayheart
Skyfall
The sky is falling Can't you hear The shattering? The world keeps spinning Just the same As it always has The sky is falling Can't you hear The shattering? Time keeps ticking Away just as It has before The sky is falling Can't you hear The shattering? People go along With their day Like always... Continue Reading →
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