

Helpless wavesScreaming voices and heart wrenching shrieks And mind numbing silence. Emotions tending to their peaks And tears proving their violence.Helpless waves
And drop by drop, as the whole world spins A sea is formed, of tears And the waves lash out, as a rebellion begins And out - come all your fears
And she bides her time for the waves to strike As the memories rise, of a story forlorn Violently fighting, a couple decide And then, a baby girl's born.
An angry father and daily beatings, The girl was bold, but thought deranged And soon married off,with no love


ROUND and ROUNDRound and round goes the whole wide world And all its people and all its places Round and round goes the whole wide world And all its people show their different facesROUND and ROUND
And as it shrinks, as dooms day brinks, The people they grow, grow more apart Round and round goes the whole wide world Never getting anywhere but always going
Round and round and round and round
As history repeats what it has already said The people grow, go fast or slow, Never getting anywhere but always going.


PainIt is called burning pain, As if... your very being's been slain. No cries escape your lips, Because your very lips are sealed.Pain
No words describe the pain, No thoughts to form those words. The only thing on your crying mind. Is the pain of every kind.
Its your soul, being ripped apart. Like a hungry deatheater's kiss


I Followed Her InI followed her in. It's not so much that I wanted to protect her, it's just that I wanted to "make sure." I don't know of what I was "making sure,: but whatever intangible element of entwinement held us was a powerful one. And there she was: guns blazing, her decorated uniform glistening TRIUMPH. VICTORY. ACHIEVEMENT. everything I didn't have. I envied her then.I Followed Her In
Most bravadous displays are eventually proven to be contrived and shallow, but hers... Never. She attained something pure and primal. Something maskless and naked. Something powerful. And I, like my own private eye, follwed and wa
"Dare"
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