01-30-2020, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2020, 03:47 PM by CHILD SOUL.)
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It is a song that is built with crystallized tears and hound howls,
Playing through the bled out life from the sun’s cold corpse.
It have many meanings, stitched with dreams and tales and beliefs.
But what they always have something in common with each other is:
There is always a beginning, and there is always an end.
07. Therefore, the wandering shape of starlight,
Its frame of flames, light comes to bless its surroundings,
And a core that ever sings with the Universe,
Does not wish to finish its journey so soon already.
It knows that this cold, cruel part of time
Will be over and the birds can finally sing with it again.
13. Though what a foolish being it is.
This vessel it would form if imagined by anyone,
This fake home for fake organs and bones.
It exists like it have a lungs for a reason: To breathe.
It exists like it have a brain for a reason: To slowly die remembering own life.
The body can bear the World, but as muscles twitches and decay,
Its energy is a ghost that can not always be met with such force.
20. Energy flickers violently within its system,
Disturbing the battle of heavenclouds and hellfire,
And so is the shaped light itself, trembling with pain,
Nearly is its Core trapped between the Death’s iced teeth.
Their heavy, cold breaths caresses its body, reminding it its doom
And if imagined, celestial tears would threaten to fall from it like stars.
26. Hundred bones rattle along with its steps while the organs squirm
From the fire that lives and conquers in the center of its belly,
Madly, horribly, and tragically.
This song soon bleeds into hot madness,
Before it ends with the light falling down,
Its form crashing against the surface and be kissed with agony by Life.
32. Or so it thinks the song is over.
While alone nearby a scented border
It holds little acknowledge of,
Everything is silent to it now
But its own weeps and sniffles.
It thinks when it hopes.
It hopes because it hurts.
— ❝ In life, in survival, when there is pleasure, let there, too, be pain. ❞
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Please do not post before Andy with Roxanne!
It is a song that is built with crystallized tears and hound howls,
Playing through the bled out life from the sun’s cold corpse.
It have many meanings, stitched with dreams and tales and beliefs.
But what they always have something in common with each other is:
There is always a beginning, and there is always an end.
07. Therefore, the wandering shape of starlight,
Its frame of flames, light comes to bless its surroundings,
And a core that ever sings with the Universe,
Does not wish to finish its journey so soon already.
It knows that this cold, cruel part of time
Will be over and the birds can finally sing with it again.
13. Though what a foolish being it is.
This vessel it would form if imagined by anyone,
This fake home for fake organs and bones.
It exists like it have a lungs for a reason: To breathe.
It exists like it have a brain for a reason: To slowly die remembering own life.
The body can bear the World, but as muscles twitches and decay,
Its energy is a ghost that can not always be met with such force.
20. Energy flickers violently within its system,
Disturbing the battle of heavenclouds and hellfire,
And so is the shaped light itself, trembling with pain,
Nearly is its Core trapped between the Death’s iced teeth.
Their heavy, cold breaths caresses its body, reminding it its doom
And if imagined, celestial tears would threaten to fall from it like stars.
26. Hundred bones rattle along with its steps while the organs squirm
From the fire that lives and conquers in the center of its belly,
Madly, horribly, and tragically.
This song soon bleeds into hot madness,
Before it ends with the light falling down,
Its form crashing against the surface and be kissed with agony by Life.
32. Or so it thinks the song is over.
While alone nearby a scented border
It holds little acknowledge of,
Everything is silent to it now
But its own weeps and sniffles.
It thinks when it hopes.
It hopes because it hurts.
— ❝ In life, in survival, when there is pleasure, let there, too, be pain. ❞
—————
Please do not post before Andy with Roxanne!
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[glow=#13547d,2,300][b]— WILL YOU BREATHE WITH ME? —
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[glow=#024fa0,2,300][i]and calm the storm inside . just breathe through me
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[glow=#024fa0,2,300][i]and calm the storm inside . just breathe through me
[div style="width: 498px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 10px; color: #000000"] [glow=#13547d,2,300][b]WE'LL KEEP THE FIRES ALIGHT / I'LL FACE DOWN THE WORLD WITH YOU / BREATHE THROUGH ME / AND CALM THE STORM INSIDE / JUST BREATHE THROUGH ME / WE'LL KEEP THE STARS ALIGHT ———–—————————— ✧ ˚