Do Stars Cry
I lay there under the night sky, the moon full and glaring down at me, the grass soft under me and damp with dew. I had lost track of time hours ago but I was sure that it was at least past midnight. I simply stared at the stars as I lay there, enjoying the beauty of them when a star shot across the sky. As I watched its trail across the dark canvas of the sky, I thought of her and a smile lit up my face. Even though I knew that when I decided to go home I'd be in a crap load of trouble for being out to long and ignoring my phone, I couldn't help but to smile at the simple thought of her.
My eyes fell on a constelation I recognized and I traced it's invisible lines in my mind. It was at that time I heard the soft foot falls of someone aproaching.
"Hey so this is were you get off to, hm?" I heard a voice call to me. My face broke open in excitement and I rolled over onto my stomach and looked up right into her smiling face. The way she was standing in the moonlight, hands on hips, looki
Oh, Beautiful GirlOh beautiful girl
come down from your throne
and while we're at it
why not take down Rome.
And when Rome has fallen
and peace been regained
give me your hand
and we'll dance in the rain.
And when the rain has dried up
and there's no room to walk
we'll sit ourselves down
and just have a talk.
And we'll talk through the ages of roses and flowers,
we'll talk through the seconds, the minutes, the hours.
Oh beautiful girl,
oh beautiful girl,
won't you fly away with me,
fly away across the sea.
Walk the MileWalking down the hall,
jail cells on either side,
faces, fingers, hands,
all pressed to the bars,
everyone looking at me,
watching me, as I walk,
towards my last seat.
It's a solemn silence,
the kind that descends on a day of dieing,
which in a way it was,
except I was being punished,
as right I should be.
Sitting down in that woden chair,
the few faces that came to watch,
all eyes on me as they await my execution,.
The sponge touches my head,
water running out of it, down my face like tears,
the clasps tightening under my chin,
fear growing in my mind as one of the gaurds nods.
I hear the click,
the surge of power,
a faint buzz,
then the shocks go through me and my body starts to shake.
WatchWatch as I fall
down I tumble
As I walk
I know I stumble
"Watch out for him
to himself he tends to mumble"
I hear them say
as they watch me crumble
If only they knew
how my mind was ajumble
How it's not really the lamb
It's the wolf that's humble
Who really needs the shephard
or the humble?
or the victim?
Why is one treated different
when we are all the same
When we feel each others pain
when we all know what it's like to be hated
how it feels to be loved
the feeling of remorse of sin
Who are we to pick and choose
who live or dies
Wacko JackoSo theres this guy, and his name is Jack, Jack Roberts. Now, Jack's not what you would call normal. He has schizophrenia and hallucinates. As such, he hears things that aren't really there and sees a reality that isn't real. One day, Jack decided that he hated people, so he decided to murder them, all of them. Except after a while, he realized that he himself was in fact human. So he decided to commit suicide to further his extermination. Everyone knew he was crazy, but someone decided to report the attempted suicide. The police came and took him away and preformed mental tests on him. After finding out that he was mentally inadequate, Jack was placed in the psych ward of the state penitentiary. Unfortunatly, he escaped, and has set out to continue his mass slaughter until the point where he figure out that he is the same as those he kills and makes another attempt at his own life.
The Unexplained 7Mr. Bordak woke us up the next morning, close to midday. "Hey now Lu, the festivities are over." He said smiling, "you and your pretty lady friend there gotta clear out so we can clean up."
I slowly stood up and ended up falling against Mr. Bordak, my legs giving out beneath me. "Haha, woah now buddy," he laughed, "just how much did you have to drink last night!"
Mr. Bordak helped me stay on my feet, and when I was steady, I helped Elizabeth up. As she was half asleep, I picked her up and carried her into the inn, up to the third floor where my room was located. Laying her on the bed I whispered, "I have to get to work, stay here and get some sleep." I gently kissed her on the forehead and left the inn.
As soon as I walked into the shop, I was knocked flat on my ass.
"What the hell do you think your doing!" Mr. Whorle bellowed at me, "you don't come into a smithy half asleep and wasted, and expect to start work! Go down the street to the pub and get something to fill your stomach, t
The Unexplained 6I never did find Ric and, to this day, I haven't heard anything of him. It took me another three years before I even began my search. For the first six months of that time I wandered around the countryside and found a small city. While in this city which, although I spent about two and a half years there, I never learned the name of, I obtained a job in a blacksmiths shop and found 'home' in a simple room in a small inn. After a while, two or three months as I wasn't usually there except early in the morning and late at night, I found out that the inn hosted a gathering of sorts behind the building. At this gathering there was music of all styles and differentians played on just as many types of instruments, exoticly erotic dancing, drinking, and socializing, much as you would see in an overly expensive bar. It was at one of these gatherings near the end of the summer, almost after a year of being in the city, with three times the amount of people who normally showed up, when I met the
The Unexplained 5After spending a month in respite, I knew that I had to get out into the world. Never having left the area of my home before, I didn't know where to go, so I just picked a direction and walked.
If only it could be that easy...
I went into the forest that had been my home for the past two years.It was still the same, yet it still took me a few hours to find the clearing where I stayed with the lynians. Of course they were gone, they had left the previous night. I couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness at the thought that I might never see them again. Little did I know that they never made out of the forest. I had to move past it though. Quickly gathering up as much dry wood as i could and started a fire. Sitting there in front of the fire, I realized I had forgotten about food and hadn't had anything to eat since the night before. There was nothing I could do, as the wild life in the forest had become scarce.
I decided to ignore the feeling of hunger and the roar of my stomach. It woul
Piss of the MindWho says that a demon can't fly up to heaven
who says that the manticore has to stay in its den
who says that I have to let my mind be controlled by the devil Satan!
Dont tell me this shit
cuz i know i can do it.
Just give me a chance
and you'll see what i can do with a spear and a lance.
And if i try to forgive you
or apologize to you
for things that i didnt do for you
then please at least accept it.
And i can see that you dont believe me
but trust me
im gonna be better.
Ill bleed while i dance so i can be
the thing you that you want to see in me.
im trying to leave this feeling
Im gonna get out there
cuz i know i can do it now
im gonna search
im gonna find it
before i lose my chance.
For now it doesnt matter
if i have your love
or your consent
or even if i know what you really think.
Just stand here beside me
and i can be a better me
and help you be a better you
and everyone else can finally be themselves.
At least for today.