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Broken a soulless being sits upon his tombstone
The cold bite of the night winds chills his very bone
A look of sadness painted his face a pale faded blue
And the love he lost felt so long ago that felt so true
And broken he sat till the day his body had finally died
On that darkened day the crowes were the only souls that cried
For the flesh they banqueted on was the meal made from a broken man
She sat alone with the shadows her only friends to play
For thirty long years she never had a word to say
Than one day she spoke her very first word
And the Heavens burned and Hell came forth with it's fiery sword
The woman had now become the only thing left standing
Her children died at her feet as she stood there commanding
The mighty beasts of Hell to destroy the World of man
So Creation can begin all over once again
Death comes for the weak and the weary men in this realm
Davey Jones sails the Seven Seas at The Flying Dutchman's helm
The daemons of yesteryear come forth one last time in preparation
From the deepest pits of Hell they lurch forth for the unholy concecration
Of God and his followers that died under her hand on that darkened day
Her commands the only words that were spoken by her that dreadful day
Her daughter Lillith doth not know the reason she has been killed on the aurora
Only with her last dying breath does she cry her mother's name...Pandora
Yesterday I felt the pain of losing sight
Hurt so bad, I just can't stand to fight
But she washes away the feelings in my head
And leaves me feeling so desperately wanting more
I just cant see the end of the light inside this room
It's driving me insane
Without her here
I just don't seem to feel alright
Cuz
She's my Apocalypse Angel
Crying for my soul tonight
And she dont know
What she means to me
My own Apocalypse Angel
The dont shine anymore because shes sad
And I'm the only one to make her smile
Bright enough to drive awy those fears I feel
Broken down I feel so weak without her here with me
Never want to be myself again without the softness of her touch
Cuz she means everything to me
Cuz
She's my Apocalpse Angel
Crying for my mind tonight
And she don't know
What she means to me
My own Apocalypse Angel
When the World is gone and the sky is black as night
She stands by my side and I feel her through the fight
She cries for me to come back home
To her arms, she just can't see what's become of me
Torn and broken down I feel the pain rush through me again
I feel so cold
I want her here
But she cant here anymore
So I cry my tears for her
Cuz
She's my Apocalypse Angel
Crying for my life tonight
And she don't know
What she means to me
Oh
She's my Apocalypse Angel
I need her here
But she can't see
Where I am and where I stand
And she don't know what she means to me
She don't know
Yeah
She don't know
That she's killing me
"When is someone considered human? When they are born? Or when they finally acknowledge that they have morals or a conscious? But what if a man realizes he is man when he does wrong, is it too late? These are questions that ponder most people I know. It's hard to follow your life as you seem comfortable to do so, but it is do able. When people die, we have to shed tears for them as a sign of primal mourning for that person. But what about the ones who don't cry anymore? Are they just some heartless creature void of compassion and love? When i heard the news he had died, I didn't cry. I was enraged. I was angry. I was a monster that I have come to enjoy and call myself. I no longer cry for the dead. I rejoice for them. I rejoice because they are on a new path, a new journey. When I die, I ask all my friends who know me to not come to the funeral. What point does it make to cry over me? I still haven't figured that out, but I guess when my time comes I shall find out. Oh well, my heart is slowing. Chest is getting tight. Harder to breath. So this is Death? A little agony to get to some peaceful bliss. I hope Margarete finds me and not one of the kids. God Please don't let one of my children find their father dead on the living room floor. God......harder to breath now.......extreme pain.........I think I'll just rest here......yeah....rest...for..a............"
Sadistic eyelids hold open the views of a new world order
But yet Saints and sinnners walk the streets hand in hand
The diabolical masquerading Judas's preach of things of greed
And watch the Satin King fall farther down from his crown
In July the Joker pulls his trick of illussion and mystique
Only to be brought before the judge for foul and evil trickery.
Sentenced to die by strangulation the Satin King begins to cry
And watch his empire crumble beneath the boot of domestic invaders
On the day of night when the sun is bright
The mighty Eagle doth take his glorious flight
For his wings touch the ends of the mighty empire
His vigilant eyes so old and weary never tire
But strike him down and he shall rise up from the ashes
A creature of rage and hatred of revenge and justice
Flying through the burning skies of ash and decay
For he shall not rest until Justice comes that day
She stood awatch the glorious blue glass
Not ever budging when mighty barges pass
She stood so proud and noble upon her stand
A sign of strength across this demolished land
But she threw the torch down that day of darkened sky
And drew the sword with her mighty battle cry
Joined by her brother the man of freedom
They rose up and brought their children out
And they made that mighty battle shout
Across this land and theirs, the terror was heard
Some they rest, some still fight all in the name of one word.
Broken dreams are falling down on me.
Showing me the side of pain I used to know.
Never knowing the end of anything.
Show the scars I caused to myself everyday.
Broken dreams are shifting away.
Just because you said your final good-bye.
Never again I will never be alone I sit in my lonely room.
Just sitting and thinking and drinking away the pain.
Broken Dreams are me
Broken dreams are everything
Broken Dreams are what I have to feel
Broken Dreams are me
She left me the day I died inside a misery
Never saw the signs, never saw the sweetless goodbye
Shifting around here, feeling so lonely
I never thought I would be sitting here passed on the floor
But my mind keeps dragging me down into despair
Never again to breath the lifeless mentions of her
Broken Dreams are me
Broken dreams are everything
Broken Dreams are what I have to feel
Broken Dreams are me
Final laps of my mind shows the end of me
Having nothing left I sit here and cry
Broken selfless and useless to the world
Never want to see the sunlight again
Because broken dreams are me
When the curtains rise on the show called life, when does the act really begin? Or do the clowns come out for a warm up act because life is meant to be a comedy? Hilarious actions sent down to the unforgotten angels living in this pond scum of a place called home. They sit upon their thorny chairs waiting for the day when the blood stops flowing and the world becomes dark. But in those days a single celled life form can come up and overthrow powerful creatures no one knew existed. But in the end everything is a fucked up mess and no janitor to clean it up.
When the walls of lies come tumbling down and the fortress of frailty becomes unclear, what do the soldiers of hatred do? They stand on their heels and lick their lips for the waiting slaughter about to ensue. Swords raise to the hilt and shields held high to protect.
Life is a game. A challenge. When you fall of the horse, your said to get back up and dust ourself off and climb back up. But what if you fall off the horse and the horse falls over dead? Are you dead? Or are you screwed because nothing more of the horse can happen? Frail words collapse upon human ears like raindrops in a gentl breeze. Frail and deliccate is the human psych.
