Story


There's no soul in me
Hasnt been one for eternity
I roam the deepest darkest places
light serves no purpose anymore
I see what others can not
sharper even than the hawk's eyes
searching
searching
always searching
centuries ago
I lost the reason why.

Through age and age
I see man pass
becomming worse
madness grips this world now
when long ago
the only madness
was from those given the title of "insane"
I found they were the only sane ones.

Once I locked myself awat
waiting
waiting.

Woke up and found the world had moved on
but I was unchanged by the passing of time
only the thirst was different
I satiated it by chosing those who deserved it
never someone who was "insane"
for only the sane tell the truth!

finally having grown bored with the new age's decay
I settled deep within a mountain range
Here I wait
wait
wait
Till the time to rise comes once again

Getting Away

She took the knife
and stabed his back
"no longer will I live in his shadow"
Slowly she walks away
relife floods her
fear floods her
running
running
sirens whirling
"They saw me"
They?
where did that come from?
But they did.

People yelling
shadows comming
running
running.

fall
water
coughing
choking
Land once more
Running
running.

Surrounded
shadows
yelling
screaming
falling
...Death

THE BEGINNING OF MADNESS

Have you ever wondered when this world started to fall
When all that was
is dead and gone
the old ways forgotten and thrown away

How the light has faded
turned a dull grey
the very same grey that most are masked from

Only the strongest see the truth.

How the nighttime envelopes the day in an even greater attempt at a fake suicide

How the humans alive
walk around in their coffins
as the eagle cries for redemption
and even the lowest forms are sick

Slowly the decadence and grace of the hour
sifts with the sands as the world moves on

for the world will always move on.

But where is it going
when the humans are sewing and growing and killing
and the ground is dried up
and the trees are all bare
and the sigh of the wind brings the cold of the winter
and the crikets dont chirp cause the're also gone
and the buildings are crumpled sending their ruins to fertalize the mounds of decay on the surface
and the seas no longer sing
to the watery tune
And the cracks in the earth spit out fires from hell
brings fiends and monsters and things dripping in vile
to inhabit this earth

But the world just moves on

allowing it's slow
inevitable
death

So when
can you see
can you tell me

when did this world start to fall?