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"I'm that shape in the shadows, Your worries and fears, That smog in your nightmare, The pain in your tears, I'm the thief of your heart, Your shuddering shiver, I'm that icy cold breeze, I make you...
Now...it is Night. Where I open my wings in my powerful stride. I walk across the hall of reality in disguise, I am, what all...despise.. It is night, Where my powers are highest.
He was not afraid of the dark, for it was light turned inside out. He always found himself illuminated, where others fumbled about.
Tyger. Tyger. Burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry. In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt in the fire of thine eyes.
Words are my toys, that bend and do not break. Like an unbreakable sword, double edged, give or take.
Take this kiss upon the brow.
I wonder what it would be like to be free - just a cloud of consciousness floating quietly along the seas of time. Peaceful. Frightening.
In the land of the Daydreamer Nothing is impossible. Nothing is unheard of.
Once you dream , or get something into your head, it may possibly be true because why else would it appear before us.
I'm sitting here with music blasting out my headphones, hoping "he" will message me or something, showing that my effort to be noticed by him hasn't failed. And I was just thinking: What if.
You were tracing constellations along my forearms, Straight lines and muffled songs.
I dream of flowers blossom. I dream of days in likeness. I wish to be well and far through. I wish to stand tall on a rainbow, As time follows me. I shall no longer endure sadness.
As a quite "special" being I've been called everything up to insane. The main reason for that would probably, or shall I say, certainly be my specific point of view over life.
I was walking along the bank of a stream when I saw a mother otter with her cubs, a very endearing sight, I'm sure you'll agree.
I whisper gently into an eternal dream. Come to me. Chasing shadows in a dark room. Illusive voices calling me. Come to me. I lay my plans on a floor of glass. Transparent yet it only reflects myself.
But what if the gateway is to Heaven or Hell. What if you or I was looking into a pair of Angel or Demon eye's.
When we were created we were given.... Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart.
Wash me away with the water. Carry me off on the wind. Burn me with fire, then bury me deep, that the earth may cover my sin.
At the dusk we shall meet;. The light that fades, begins to deplete. The stars that glare, as they open their eyes. To scare away the timid sunrise. The moon that grins. Erasing our sins.
I believe that our bodies are merely just; shuttles or carriages that we inhabit until the capsule that is our physical bodies can no longer stay alive and therefore, we; in our physical state, die.
On the body (signs of the flesh) On the body, a thousand square inches, Enough to cover a land, On which many soulsmay live. But under this land Lives Just one Soul.
In streams of light I so clearly saw the dust you seldom see. It was tracing galaxies in the golden silence, out of which the nameless makes a name for one like me.
I am the moon that loves you cold in the night’s sovereign, alone and old. Through your window I shall creep in, lay on you like water, shine kissing skin.
The Gates of Hell where open, as I followed her sweet scent. The flames where all around me, as through the gates I went. I did not follow Dante, I did not follow Heracles.