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You thought we were hares, but we aren’t. You thought we were friends, but we aren’t. You’re suspecting them, but we aren’t. You’re attached to them, but we aren’t. I will create chaos amongst you. I will bring the sweet death upon you. I will cause fear against each of you. I, painted with blood, will come for you. Will you run once I’ve come to see you? Will you cry once I’ve come to haunt you? Will you beg once I’ve come to trap you? Will you fight once I’ve come to get you? We watch and hear as if we were you, We think and talk as if we were you, We… “Look for wolv

Life itself threw me In this drowning sea, Where the dreams have turned Against those who yearned For a miracle. Just one miracle, But it never came. They drown us, burn us, And turn us to dust. Determination, Humiliation, Words turning as one. They are never done With this hellish game. A world filled with light, A land full of fright, Stuck in the worst tale, And destined to fail. They forgot to see What they had set free: A small spark of hope. A speck of kindness Leads to happiness, Bits of compassion Removes frustration, Calmness in the flame Can destroy the shame, Granted by this hope. As these bits gather, They become stronger. We

She had countless deaths in a lifetime, And shed seas of blood in every crime; While summoning shadows in each word, She sung thousand songs but still unheard. Although the girl's intentions were pure, She got a sickness without a cure; She made wings from blades, ropes, and a lie, Because the doctors told her to fly. Have you seen the crimson waterfall? Her own hands gave the reaper a call; Have you seen the purple and the pale? Our chains were the curse that made her fail. The itch, from the neck and wrist, is gone, The noise around is already done, The light in her tired eyes is fading, Her lifetime is already ending. She had countless

The picture I drew, filled with yesterday, The promise I made in the month of May, The colors I keep behind this drawing, Can you hear the silence in this painting? The sad song I sang was meant to be mine, The dreams I've crushed, but I've kept myself fine, The voice that came out shows I've lost my poise, Can you see the message behind the noise? The strings I've weaved for tomorrow's desire, The hope that I had was thrown in the fire, The failure I hid with threads like magic, Can you feel the dried tears on this fabric? The soft melody you drowned with your own, The ghostly chains were tied to every bone, The doll you treated like rich

From dawn's goodbye, To night's hello, Dusk have come, With the moon's glow. The mirror stands, Reflecting dark; The glass will hum, The moon will hark. The cracks will spread, They will be free; Shatter to twelve, The moon will see. Pieces will fall, One at a time, To river's stream, The moon will chime. Before it ends, These stars will shine; Begin the day, The moon's new sign.

Can you hear my singing in the dark, Which is caused by bringing back the hark? The archaic harp will play along, Made by the strings in which they belong. The harmony that everyone votes, The smooth flowing bowing of notes, The windy tunes that are running free, The beat of the drums, overwhelms me. I am a solo filled with envy, Of the orchestra that you can see, But I succeed in my own veiling, My great mistake of my concealing. I asked them to make their crescendo, As I do my own diminuendo; Now that I cannot find my own voice, It plays a threat in a world of noise.

Look up in the starless sky While the wind will pass you by A guardian looks over you Waiting for your dreams come true "The dusk may somehow arrive But in happiness we strive The whole world might hold you back But you must not lose your track" In the never-ending dark Where there is no light or spark Where fear lurks, a place unknown A world where we are alone "Can you hear my voice today? Then promise me you will stay Help me reignite your fire I believe in your desire" See the gloomy space below You are the hope they follow Forget the problems before You are the one you search for The graceful phoenix flies high Singing a song withou

A pen once played an important role A treasure kept by a single soul One that symbolizes someone's worth Of a writer destined since her birth One that is passed for so many years Stayed for a while but it disappears No farewell, no goodbye, just vanished One that was given to her who wished One who has played the songs of her mind One that speaks the words she cannot find One ended by taking its first flight The stars remain in their desired height One who tamed the dragon of fury One who was the reason of her glee One whom the girl wanted to bring back One who died which made her lose her track

The world dies in 24 hours With the blazing rocks in the showers With the ocean drowning the living And the hard ground trapping everything Apocalyptic end in one day All of the trees violently sway The mighty wind howls in superior While volcanoes destroy demeanor The last judgment is coming too near Everything is enveloped by fear The beast awakens in pure fury The demented hell rises in glee Old father time's death is almost here The terrifying screams are heard clear For the present is not the present It is the future that we resent

Sing me a lullaby So that I'll reach the sky Wake me when it's over When the world gets better The song of tomorrow Purifies the sorrow Taint me with your kindness And grant light to darkness Read me a good story Of the life we can't see Give birth to my new dream Like the phoenix of gleam Fill me with your own love A gift from up above Cradle me like a child A warmth forever mild