Who am I?I am the dark in the night
I am the fear in your heart
I do all that you may not
And I can take all that has been begot
I am the knight in the dark
And I am the sorrow you see in yourself
I am the burning ice in your soul
And I do unto all what they so desire
I am the do gooder
I am the worse for wear
And I am a sunken cynical cyst
That lies deep within the confines of your mind
I am you,
I am your mother
And everyone you know and do not
I am the bat that flies into the darkest caves
I come out tainted with the blood I have reaped
With which I sow the seeds of fear in all who oppose me
And I am but a man.
A song about a man and a mobBurning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.
Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.
(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)
Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"
(Hysterical guitar riff begins)
A blue lady in a dress stands up,
She amassed in the mass,
And walked past all the last men,
"It was an accident, we didn't mean a thing"
Aghast, she falls fast
Cause it's the last thing that she'll ever do.
(Angry sharp lead guitar intro into loud steady riff with drums and electrical synth)
War in a soldier I stumbled and fell, my face slamming into the mud with a slap like the smacking of cynical lips. I tasted blood and grit in my mouth. My ears pounded from the from the noise of zipping bullets and pounding artillery. It's thunderous slams making it seem as if Ares himself had joined the battle. 'This isn't good', I thought to myself, pulling myself to my feet as I slung the mud and sand off of my face. I looked around, suddenly realizing that I was alone. Adrenaline spiked through my system, racing through my veins like searing hot electricity. Every sense heightened to the point where time seemed to become to be drudging along nonchalantly as a lone Wehrmacht soldier came sprinting around the corner of some poor bastard's home.
In a panic, I began firing my weapon, the first two shots missed, flying off into the distance like it was their purpose, but the third one found it's mark. A loud clang sounded as a hole opened in th
Jack In The Box: Ep 7 Jack snuck out of the house, carefully making sure not to wake his father, although it had never been particularity hard before. His father was a heavy sleeper. Jack opened the front door and walked into the stale Old New York air. The buildings reverberated with the sounds of early morning chaos. Jack walked down the crumbling sidewalk in the lingering twilight. He looked to his right, down an alley he saw a couple of gang bangers smoking illegal tobacco products. he averted his eyes as one glared at him, he didn't want any trouble today.
Jack kicked a pebble into the street, which was quickly run over by an ancient Cadillac. It looked funny with the solar panels welded all over it, and the chasey didn't fit the engine quite right. A hole had been cut in the hood so the engine could fit. Jack thought to himself how he would never drive something that trashy.
Looking up, Jack saw an old billboard