We're here now, the consequences will be deadly.

We strayed so far from our paths.

We tried so hard to be good and failed so miserably.

We've change from monsters to a self-proclaimed angels, yet it's still not enough.

Our best couldn't cut it, I can feel our worst coming.

The bright colors are running and now the greys are nearing.

The box is leaking, lets unleash the terrors.

The cage door creaks, this is just the beginning.

The hounds of hell decend from heaven not the other way around.

They deliver a river forth to us teeming with souls belonging to the masses.

Beg me to keep your's safe or face the burning depts of which We've came.

We've enslaved our demons for far to long, take vengence upon Thy hearts and render them emotionless. 

Only then can we reap our sins and be forgiven.

for those of you who have been to my other site then a few line will sound familiar. I made a poem using the quotes from it. turns out car_wreck_romance made a poem first. . . i just didn't know it.

All is not well on a day like today

So today the shades are drawn to hide the cracks in the floor.

The light only reminds him of the world he's trying to ignore.

The pills are gone, but they didn't do the trick.

He's still here wondering where he'll end up.

Heaven would be nice, but hell he'll accept.

Anything is better than the place he's at.

He's finally figured the way he'll go.

All he has to do is pull the trigger back slow.

Today he waves goodbye to the static t.v. screen, a pistol in hand.

Dear Dad,

    I can't say I love you because that would be a lie.

Part of me loathes you and will 'till the day I die.

I can't speak when your around because I know you'll try and bring me back down.

Every playful poke and prode makes me hate you a little more.

I won't tell you anything because I know you'll get mad and cry in a corner.

When I don't see you for days it makes me smile that I don't haveto put up with your bullshit, even if it's only for a short time.

Who knows this could all just be my temper talking but I really don't think so.

When you tell me to shut the fuck up it only ignites the fires of hatred I have for you.

I wanted the car to die on the highwaythat one day.

maybe one of us would have died.

It would have been a miracle in my eyes.

Yet I didn't wish for it only because of the three in the back seat.

They may only mean a little to me but you mean less. . . nothing.

I'll probably go to hell for these feelings.

So let it be. . .you'll be in hell along with me.

I was thinking about this story i was forming in my head when i realized that a I slipped a girl into the equation without thinking . . .

Little Girl

Sad little girl, so lost and lonely.

Lost her innocence when she turned nine.

Now she watches her back after every turn.

Keep wishing for your angel little girl, never lose hope little girl.

It's the only thing you have left.

Little girl can't cry.

She won't let them see her weakness.

Lie little girl to get what you need.

Survival isn't easy when theres no one there to help.

Just keep hope little girl, wish for your angel little girl.

It'll get worse before it gets better.

Soon you'll be free and happy.

Smile little girl it'll be over soon.

Just keep surviving little girl.

Beat this evil world. 

Keep wishing for your angel little girl, never lose hope little girl.

Survive this horrible world. 

so it's been a really long time ince i've written anything so this may not be that great. . . but i like it. I suppose my muse faded away with my emotions. hopefully now she realized i'm completely lost when i can't write and express my emotions. it's dangerous for me to bottle things up. . .even more to let them out. it doesn;t matter anyways noone reads this page to begin with. 

She's like us all

Artistic and talented as she may be,

she has no one there to hear what she has to say.

Ignored by her family and forgotten by her friends she fades away.

She stands alone much like the cheese in the child poem.

Locked away in her room with only a pen and paper she creates a world completely alone.

 She sits in the corner sketching the city she sees in her mind.

No one there means no reason to hide.

One is a lonely number yet it's better to be alone than to be in a world so caught up on looks and glamour.

 They can't see the beauty in a poem.

 Her fire dimming fast she has no future, only a solitary past.

No happy ending, no night in shinning armor to save the day just an amber city for her stay.