Taima-Fala

she's crying at my feet again crawling back             crying at my feet her tears seems to drench the path i walk                 it seems to wash away the filth i ask her everyday        but all i get is a shake of a head what is making her cry               what is making her shake so violently who is it that made her cry i am raw    without emotion all i feel       is a stinging pain from all that this girl had to endure she shouldn't have gone through so much                       only 13 and so broken only 15       and already so lost     only 17          and without a place to go today is her birthday        but inst

it is the shadow of the moon you see, beyond this, there is no treacherous deed. i speak of the evil only reflecting thee let thou dance to the sowing of the seed. and let the falling moon strike us mellow. come my dear child, let us begin thine death then let them hear your furious bellow let them fear you as they seal your last breath, and let the moon glow an angry scarlet. as the Gods take away their sacrifice, you shall hear the clanking of the Goblet. for there's no sin in this terrible vice. with this solemn night, all deeds done are done, let us not grieve the return of the sun.

i   can   not    breathe  .  .  . there is pressure                     weighing down on me my chest         it feels so very tight my head            it feels like a ignited bomb my heart              it races without speeding up because right now           i am the same as being dead no thoughts can pierce through this fogged headache no words can explode into this killing silence no air can find its way into this suffocating reality i    am    dying slowly           my eyes start to roll in screaming        seems to blur into chaos the poison            the numbness                            seems to spread its way

I'm standing in the thick of war Waiting for my only chance For the shot to an even score The one last midnight dance Fight to stay alive To be the one on top Begin to live and thrive For the bloodshed The tears Rain on the dead To raise the fears Wash them in distress Away from all the light Sin made such a mess And we are in the middle Let the fight start The beginning of my riddle Suns and moons will warm the heart Light will give us will In this winter chill So they wait for the sunlight I wait for the chance May they win the fight Finally ending this midnight dance. Grin into the morning, bright.