One by one they'd come
And one by one they'd fall
Till one by one, there came no one
Because I destroyed them all.
Anesthesia Apathy make me numb again.
Rip my heart out from my chest & all I'll do is grin.
Depression will not leave me, thus joy does not exist
Love & Hate have become the same, pain cannot persist.
Emotion is but a memory, of a cruel and jaded past.
Now that all emotion is gone, I can die in peace at last.
Her black and silver hair full of diamonds
Blankets the sky in an opaque darkness
Her breath stings like a thousand needles
Blown from frozen lips pursed into a kiss
Bearing the burden of a thousand rivers bled
Her heart is broken, as she cries crystal tears
Which fall down below to caress the earth
The mourning is to much and lifeless from exhaustion
She sinks down into the ground where she slumbers
The sun breaks the horizon and fills the sky with fire
The land is scortched as she is lifted once again
She is renewed as she drinks her tears off the body of her lover
Only to cry again until she can return to Gia's arms.
Spears filled with rainbows pierce the flesh.
Blood and ink jade the surface and are wiped away.
Pain becomes pleasure as the picture unfolds.
In the end, artist and masterpiece become one.
White wash the faded roses
And paint them bright again.
Clear the sky of all the clouds,
Help me to remember when,
The sun shone as brightly in the day
As the moon did so at night.
Cut away the choking grass,
And the weed that causes blight.
Build a path to stroll along,
This garden made anew
Make a place that is beautiful
In which I can walk with you.
The eve the moon died,
I mourned and I cried
For the loss of it's beautiful light.
The stars shined fierce
Could not wane, could not pierce
The gloom of that moonless night
Who could have thought,
That I would be so wrought
As that satellite sank into the sea?
When a fortnight had past,
I was amazing and yet aghast,
As she appeared once again to me.
The sun drowns in the sea and stains the sky crimson.
As moonlight now becomes the light to rule the evening,
Skeletal remains lie black and charred amongst the ashes.
Slowly the inferno is resurrected from pyramid stacked bodies.
Impaled on sticks, our dinner is burnt to taste.
Melting bricks glow golden, reflecting the fire,
Our delicacies are placed 'tween two loaves of honey sweet bread.
To appreciate the sweet taste, we drink the bitter rot of barely.
Some things thought lost are found to be whole and undamaged.
After all the white flesh is sacrificed we plan our next gathering,
A journey to slumber near the palace of a madman and his congregation.
What new adventure will the end of the fifth day bring?
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