

Restless I can't sleep so I thought I would write something but the words only come when they want to so creativity isn't really something you can ask for in this so I guess we can assume there is a ten thousand foot deep crater somewhere in the ocean containing an ancient horror that only wants to breathe air and make snow-cones with children but since we will never see it the children will go cone-less and we really wouldn't know that sio even if we did find the bastard we would nuke the shit out of it because there is just not enough dead monster in this world so lets just blow up something we can be sure is the spawn of satan even though we don'tRestless by ~LordOfTheCrazyFocks


Starfall The stars fell from the sky that dayStarfall by ~LordOfTheCrazyFocks
And the children began to sing
Of life and loss, remorse and fate
Upon which death rides so hard
Giving way to nothing we hold
Swords, shields and hammers fall
To the chorus that possesses them
And I feel the sting of its refrain
"O' Rider black, please take us back
To when the stars did rule the sky
When you fly don't break our spears
Like dreams of hope and children tears
For we wish to fly, not wonder why
They left us in the cloud of gray and black"
So sad is the day that children cry
For death instead of light and hope
I curse your smoke, your greedy lie
That stain upon even lye an


Beholder "White winds and gentle words that heal the hardest soulBeholder by ~LordOfTheCrazyFocks
but never come to those in need when death's Gail doth blow
With opal hands and robes of gold we see the heart of light
But ebony claws scratch and tear at flesh lost in the night"
And who decided that black was death and white is life?
Who played the hand where color is good but bland is not?
Does dimension create a form of joy or sorrow in the eye
or merely overwhelm and belittle the simple minded sky
I say that darkness is warm and safe and clean of sight
With tender hands and hidden claws to hold me tight
While the light can blind and burn and leave me for dead
While