Cry Baby
Filling the night with screams so loud,
It's hard to tell from where.
A knife falls down and the screams stop,
To all those who care.
The blood then trickles,
Then begins to flow,
Over a chest that's bare.
Flows out of the child's eyes,
And stains it's golden hair.
The arms are limp,
It's eyes are dead,
It's mind and soul are gone.
And the only person who gives a damn,
Is still searching for her son.
She'll never find him,
No,
Not now,
No matter how hard she tries.
So now she sits on the side of the street,
And silently,
She cries.
09-07-2006, 09:49 PM
Darkness-Consumes
Moon Tears
The blue moons rise,
They see this world,
And they weep for our sins.
The birds stop their tunes,
And look towards the sky,
As the moons’ tears splash to the firma.
In the downward spiral,
The void in which we are all in,
We follow the star trails.
Our own star is dying,
Swallowing the planets as it grows,
And barely scorching ours.
The moon tears splash onto us,
Cooling our heated world for a while,
Until the apocalypse.
Our sins are laid out,
Like cards on a table,
And every one of them a black ace.
The saddened moons slowly lower,
And the dying star rises,
To mock our futile attempts,
As it swallows us…
