The Lull of the Music by Shrouded-Night-Angel, literature
Literature
The Lull of the Music
The sweet sounds break through my shell, entering and consuming the pain.
The voices sing to me, call to me and take me far away, and deep with then my self.
The beat of the drums pull me into a trance, the guitars lull me.
I feel nothing but the music as it pounds into me, erasing everything.
I feel nothing, I no longer exist.I'm as close to peace as ever was conceived.
The battle awaits.
The war undecided.
Will I be a hero?
What will be the out come?
What will happen when the blood falls on torn, ashen ground?
Until that moment, until climax of chaos rages about, I'll never know.
Will I be a hero?
The battle time is coming.
The war is past its brink.
Will I be a hero?
Will my dead heart beat the color purple?
What will be, when the day is done andthe nights alight with thunder and clanking metal rain?
Until that moment, of hells heat and angels trumpets, I can not see.
Will I be a hero?
The battle lives on.
The war is a fighting life.
Will I be a hero?
When this is done will I have the t
Thrashing though the woods.
Racing time.
Racing life.
Racing death.
Lost, confused, bewildered wondering
Which way to go.
Where to go, oh, where to go.
Somethings coming, somethings chasing.
Change. Need to change, have the change.
Want to change, power to change.
It all comes chrashing through me
The Need, The Want, The Power.
Ah. the change, the blessed change, the rease from that pitiful form
Moving though my veins like a sweet elixir.
Now I Come, I chase.
All Run,
Fear marking their trail.
It's not a fall of grace.
It's not paradise lost
It's an endless fall that
takes no time at all.
It's stuck in hell with only the
thought that there must be a worse place.
It's the knowing only sheep are allowed
in a shepherds flock.
Its no memory except this demon
covered world.
It's knowing that the sky was never the limit
Things I Think by Shrouded-Night-Angel, literature
Literature
Things I Think
Siting here I think my thoughts
in silence.
Thinking of things I love
and things I hate.
Pondering unquestionable
questions.
Wondeing things unknown
and knowledge lost.
Siting here I think my thoughts
in silence.
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Its very rudimentary. I look at the stuff I am making now and I know I used to be able to do better. Its not that good. I'm also not as randomly hit by inspiration like I used to be. I have to look for it. This probably does not bode well for my artistic abilities but is at least something not work related to do that challenges me in a completely different way than anything else that I do.
So for those of looking at my site, I draw sometimes anime, some times a weird collection of realistic comic book style. I am usually inspired by whatever I'm reading. With my favorite series b
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