Post by Jazzy on Nov 24, 2005 10:09:51 GMT -5
Inner Hell
Flames burn higher and higher
Scorching behind my eyes is the devil's fire
White heat sears my skin
As the flames burn from within
My heart is reduced to smoldering rubble
My brain has started to steam and bubble
Crimson tears fall from my eyes
As thick black smoke fills the skies
My hair ignites as flames surge from my skull
I stand ready for my life to become void and null
Standing on a precipice meant for someone great
I stand stoic as I await my eternal fate
I swore to myself I wouldn't be a crier
For I have ignited my own funeral pyre
Is That Me?
Ghoulish silhouettes dance in a moonlit graveyard, illuminated by the raw energy of the souls thriving with in the spirit body. Terrifying inhuman howls slice through the chill hanging in the midnight air. A beast hops the fence heading straight for me. Looking up, I see him stalk ever closer, slowing his pace as he comes nearer. I seek shelter in an ancient mausoleum, bolting myself in with the dead to hide from the undead wolfman lurking outside. I slump against the cold stone wall, nauseated from the stench of rotting death. I pass out, waking up sometime later. I look around and find that I am lying next to myself. Horrified, I turn away afraid of what I have seen, not wanting to believe that was me. The sallow skin, the hollow eyes, the twisted grin. No. That can't be me. I open my eyes and look around. I'm in my room. I breathe a sigh of relief, it was all a dream. Or was it? I look to my right and scream There I am, lying next to myself. But if that is me.... Then who am I?
Flames burn higher and higher
Scorching behind my eyes is the devil's fire
White heat sears my skin
As the flames burn from within
My heart is reduced to smoldering rubble
My brain has started to steam and bubble
Crimson tears fall from my eyes
As thick black smoke fills the skies
My hair ignites as flames surge from my skull
I stand ready for my life to become void and null
Standing on a precipice meant for someone great
I stand stoic as I await my eternal fate
I swore to myself I wouldn't be a crier
For I have ignited my own funeral pyre
Is That Me?
Ghoulish silhouettes dance in a moonlit graveyard, illuminated by the raw energy of the souls thriving with in the spirit body. Terrifying inhuman howls slice through the chill hanging in the midnight air. A beast hops the fence heading straight for me. Looking up, I see him stalk ever closer, slowing his pace as he comes nearer. I seek shelter in an ancient mausoleum, bolting myself in with the dead to hide from the undead wolfman lurking outside. I slump against the cold stone wall, nauseated from the stench of rotting death. I pass out, waking up sometime later. I look around and find that I am lying next to myself. Horrified, I turn away afraid of what I have seen, not wanting to believe that was me. The sallow skin, the hollow eyes, the twisted grin. No. That can't be me. I open my eyes and look around. I'm in my room. I breathe a sigh of relief, it was all a dream. Or was it? I look to my right and scream There I am, lying next to myself. But if that is me.... Then who am I?
