UntitledUntitled, but inspired by BlPh's "Free Like An Eagle"Silver wind upon the rye,a-flash upon my vacant eyetowards soft clouds, soft clouds,piled high,to dance with stars, and moonon nigh,and with the light ofsunlight, shy,to the world below it lie.River flow, and rocky rumble,a-lifting veil of gentle grumble,and to the great blue heaven's reach-echoing with the eagle's screech.
Secret 15, Used with permissionSecret # 15Inspired and used with permission from ~oXmusic-nerdXothere's so much wrong withhaving to take all these pills all the timejust to achieve little benefits little perksfound in small blue gelcaps and yellow powdered drugsit feels so wrong so wrongmaking me an artificial humanwho feels she has too many problems Secret # 15: I hate having to take pills, it makes me feel like I have way too many problems.
Death IncarnateTwisted bones,Blackened cloak,Of the souls of the dead, To whom he spoke.Soulless eyes, Broken laugh,Filled with hateDeath incarnate.