I'm In A Bad Mood
enjoy. or, rather, dont.
Growing, twisting, licking higher,
Flinging, leaping, burning flame,
Desperate dance of elements old,
Graceful archs of searing light,
Falling, swaying, blowing harder,
Crackling, shooting, always bold,
Light, heat, shall show its dance,
A firelight, firefight, war shall be told.
He stumbles, dives, his partners fall,
Is he the survivor of them all?
And as he lies in the dirt,
Dust and blood and battle-strewn,
The firefly bullets whistle,
Piercing and felling more and more,
All is lost, forevermore, these brave young men,
Shall see no more, and all shall be
Dead, like many more, before
These fireflies started throwing,
And the dead skies' trumpets blowing, blowing,
With thunder rolling, and life-lines slowing,
Life was peace, but this is Hell,
His friends are dead, and maybe
So is he, for does this place not resemble Hell?
But no, it seems, he has a friend,
Saved from the fireflies that had been sent,
The man takes him to a ditch just dug,
That provides protection from the firefly bug.
His hands do shake, his eyes are wide,
For no-one can hide, the fear inside,
Of that eternal hell called 'War',
But once again, he is sent,
Into the jaws of icy death,
Where the fireflies fly,
And the thunder does clap.
And in those final moments,
His breaths are his last,
A firefly does find him,
Straight in the heart,
His eyes are dim,
Falling on his back,
He sees a darkened sky,
And the darkness does black.
The despair I feel, like an abyss,
Creeping throughout my heart.
The anger I loathe
Eats away at my soul.
The hope I yearn for,
To pave my path of destiny;
The humility of life,
Plagues my every breath.
Every step I take,
Upon this living hell,
Does it take me closer to death?
Or does it take me
Away from the darkness of life?
Her eyes are dull, the life is gone,
Her delicate body, broken and torn,
She lies still, while loved ones mourn,
And the crowd gathers, silent and forlorn.
bah.
Growing, twisting, licking higher,
Flinging, leaping, burning flame,
Desperate dance of elements old,
Graceful archs of searing light,
Falling, swaying, blowing harder,
Crackling, shooting, always bold,
Light, heat, shall show its dance,
A firelight, firefight, war shall be told.
He stumbles, dives, his partners fall,
Is he the survivor of them all?
And as he lies in the dirt,
Dust and blood and battle-strewn,
The firefly bullets whistle,
Piercing and felling more and more,
All is lost, forevermore, these brave young men,
Shall see no more, and all shall be
Dead, like many more, before
These fireflies started throwing,
And the dead skies' trumpets blowing, blowing,
With thunder rolling, and life-lines slowing,
Life was peace, but this is Hell,
His friends are dead, and maybe
So is he, for does this place not resemble Hell?
But no, it seems, he has a friend,
Saved from the fireflies that had been sent,
The man takes him to a ditch just dug,
That provides protection from the firefly bug.
His hands do shake, his eyes are wide,
For no-one can hide, the fear inside,
Of that eternal hell called 'War',
But once again, he is sent,
Into the jaws of icy death,
Where the fireflies fly,
And the thunder does clap.
And in those final moments,
His breaths are his last,
A firefly does find him,
Straight in the heart,
His eyes are dim,
Falling on his back,
He sees a darkened sky,
And the darkness does black.
The despair I feel, like an abyss,
Creeping throughout my heart.
The anger I loathe
Eats away at my soul.
The hope I yearn for,
To pave my path of destiny;
The humility of life,
Plagues my every breath.
Every step I take,
Upon this living hell,
Does it take me closer to death?
Or does it take me
Away from the darkness of life?
Her eyes are dull, the life is gone,
Her delicate body, broken and torn,
She lies still, while loved ones mourn,
And the crowd gathers, silent and forlorn.
bah.
Comments
practising meditation
its not working, and its just making my angrier, but hahah
oh well
ill have a go at self-hypnosis <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
edit: thanks <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
You don't happen to have any copyright for that do you? No? Good.
<!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
[i wrote this ages ago, i cbf writing a poem for every temporary silly little bad mood im in <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> hm. but if i did..... ohhhhhh <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> millions and millions. all mine.]
why not let us have it?
we could be the NS band! <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
sing it with me!