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In the daylight of my evening,
The snow drifts across the field,
As I glance at the faces
Of the horrors that I wield.
While my body moves on it's own,
They scream in terror and plead with me.
Filled with blood, death, and more,
the field becomes a sea.
I want to cry but it says to me,
It was for our own good,
They rejected and abused us,
It's time they understood.
Understand what? I scream back.
I turn to the girl next to me.
She did nothing to me,
She doesn't belong in this sea.
Sword glinting in the sun,
I tore across the sea.
This blade shattered my shields,
For I was not meant to kill.
I knife covered in rust
Left a wound never to heal
Although staying by me side,
My life is no longer real.
Finally, I stop,
Standing in another sea
Of death, blood, and love,
This is where I take my leave.
Within me is the Sword of Death,
Crimson tears mixing with those alike,
I kneel and I smile,
As I lay in the Sea of Life.
- by Missing Fauna |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/24/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Poppycocked - 11/10/2009
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I love the mood and rhythm to it.
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- Death_0f_Death - 03/24/2009
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