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When my friend... by Fallen-Angel-Waking, literature
Literature
When my friend...
And it doesnt seem to matter,
So many things,
So hard are times.
When no one even listens,
To the verdict,
Of our crimes...
And as virtue falls away.
No compassion left in the heart of man.
All I have to say...
This is my confession,
My confession.
Not realizing the conformity,
The things we all ignore,
But yet we all see.
The masks you hide behind...
They do nothin, but help remind,
You of what you once were,
But will never be again.
Never be again.
No you will never be that way again.
Does is feel odd?
Having lost your identity.
To the masses,
Of the loveless classes...
And as virtue falls away.
No compassion left
The Shadowstepper by great-below, literature
Literature
The Shadowstepper
In darkness I stand immobile before the fate I am confronted by;
The flow of time itself yields humbly in the presence of the crippling heart of darkness
In thundering silence I watch as the black seeps ever deeper into the fabric of my world;
It bleeds through the fragile threads of my life with silken ease
In silent aquiesence I start down the long avenue;
The beams of dark light dappling prettily, burning patterns on my soul
In final submission I stifle the choking memories;
I step into the shadow and let it all fade away
