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?Empty Question?It's simply an unknowingly, question mark.
Can I lend some time, lend some light.
It's simply, misunderstood,
engraved marks into an emptiness of the wind.
I hear cries and empowers, everything could be heard.
Unsettling to my very ears,
Complications wears me through.
And intern, cries turn tears.
Stringing off a cheek, never seen.
Never touched by passing winds.
And in the end, there is nothing but question marks,
Unbelievable silence into the wind,
Nothing calming but the shattered stones.
Nothing lingering, but broken feathers.
Nothing to expect but questions,
Question my faith, question how I dress,
Question after lifeless question.
When does life become so, complicating.
When does life starts, unfolding the questions.
Question after burning question.
So I say, the marks keep escaping.
Thoughts into the emptiness of the wind,
Find shelter of another abandoned shoulder,
And the marks begin with anew.
When does thi
Skeleton ClosetThe rusted storm drains are crumbling, the patio window won't give.
There's holes in the bedroom window's screen,
rain falling from the ceiling, dripping onto the rusted chains.
Rain might as well pour in, and wash the floors right under my feet.
This house, this rut, just let the ivy entangle my feet.
Door with no entry, door with no way in, hanging by a smashed in hinge.
Surrender to the plex, of this complex.
Laughing voices crackling, ghosts that remains here.
In the attic they can pier, from inside an tarnished antique chest.
Living in the room's closet, an dangling decayed skeleton.
Seems to be no running, no exits and no where for it to begin.
Begging for away out, blood dragged into the withered carpet mat.
This must be my eternal hell, my eternal cell.
All the phones are smashed and broken,
No way to call for help, call for a savior,
Left here in a dying behavior.
The bath tubs are spilling out with eyeless, mangled bodies,
With mouths sewn up, never to speak.
The dead has sec
Give me some Heavy MetalGrind me, give me.
Some Heavy metal.
Sends me, rages me.
Alil passed mental.
Makes me, brings me.
To Another level.
It was all sentimental,
Became alil fatal.
Heart made of metal, throwing me curves,
Someone got nerves.
Blowing it in… Blowing it up.
So I see you there, with an evil grin.
Got yourself anew heart.
Loving to see, loving to me.
Seeing another, for another.
Blowing me up… Blowing me gone.
It's absurd, never heard.
Carved it in metal.
Never made it sentimental…
Making me go, alil passed mental.
Fundamentals, playing it to metal.
Brings me to, another level.
Bring me to, another,
Bring me to any other.
Don't give me, screaming pleads.
Don't give me, fake needs.
Don't bring dead flowers,
Give me another hour.
Gave me nothing but,
Barbwire and fields, of unnecessary weeds.
Tossing of the metal, thrown intentionally at me.
Made me go, alil passed mental.
Sentimental, carved it in metal.
So why don't you…
Rock me, Roll me.
Just give me, some heavy metal.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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