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As I sat in the darkness,
the Mighty Orchestra played.
they played minute after minute,
day after day, while I sat in silence.
As the Orchestra played,
I watched the fire in their eyes grow bigger
Minute after minute, day after day,
untill it engulfed their weak souls.
As I sat in my chair gazing at the orchestra,
the smell of burning dreams filling my nostrils,
I remebered my own dreams,
the ones I made for Her, my only beloved. (((((** see editor's note))))))
Slowly, I arose from my nightmarish slumber,
and looked around, noticing the orchestra,
their souls completely engulfed in flames.
I tried to escape the horrid stench,
but I was shackled to their life,
and forced to watch the orchestra get up.
Slowly, they began to drench my soul
in their hidious passion.
Then with a demonic grin on their faces,
they set my soul ablaze and watched as
Minute after minute, day after day,
I suffered the same fate that they had.
Editor's note: When talking about the world, I used "My only beloved" to represent hat we care deeply about in each of our lives, wether it be an object such as a picture or rose, an aspect such as life or death, or even a person such as your mom or husband/wife.
 xXx_Onii-san_xXx · Wed Jul 11, 2007 @ 10:15pm · 14 Comments |
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