IN FLAMES COLONY

RAMBLINGS

An all too ordinary story, with aftertaste so bitter
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
I'm losing myself... sinking deeper down
I'm caught in the world wound web

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

A fire in the skies
torrential rains of flames
riding on the horse
a batallion marches
a funny feeling that somehow they are their own enemies
rampant and wanton destruction of thier fatherland
blood splaterred like a accidental potrait on the streets
babies lying like an offal evrywhere
a black fog in the mountains far
thrathening to envelop them to slay
in a moment a battle raged
by its end carcasses lay
a lone warrior stands aginst his foes thousandfold
tattered chains,ravaged body,tainted mind
he was a man of compassion and principles
bt when a good man is pushed to his sanity
when all he has built has laid to waste
when all his comrades are his foes
all his love has failed
are lies
his purity was tainted with stains of the evilness
and that wa when his humanity was lost in the abyss
and all the world knew him from that day on
as the master of evil
an innocent victim
lucifer

Another Ordinary Story at 5:45 AM;

Thursday, January 11, 2007

lying on the ground looking upon the blue skies a daze
blood red
is it my tears?
is it my pain?
isit a dream?
how amusing drfting to the past of angels such beauty
now i see stained in blood and gore
wings ripped tears of blood
how can epihany be achieved when oneselves want to shed the light
but others take it only selfishly
its not a matter of emo or feeling but a matter of trust
such agony seems so traumatic yet so distant that only numbness remains
that all the angel ask for is remebrance and trust but insted looked
upon as an etrnal idol of stone onli uncovered onli met when needed to be asked for a favour
a tale thast indeeds fails both paries
a tragedy indeed
as the angel cries in black blood the human is left unfilfilled in destiny

Another Ordinary Story at 7:44 AM;

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Where is love?
our feelings determined by otheres
our rights are surrendred upon birth
the dreams that we see are illusions
the feelings are left ot be tortured salves of others
nt choosing to heal our wounds onli adding salt purposefully
letting tears fall loose hangin from a noose
those long lost dreams are choosen as nt as an antidote but a poison to kill us all
bcoming slaves workin in a colony
nt able to rise at the expense of sacrifice
misunderstood nt being looked twice jus upon the knowin of appeAance and status
being judged by past actions that we did that we dont mean to happen
bt happen due to mistakes and lack of experince
being unforgiven liike animals nt being given ani 2nd chances
how unfair
bt thats a colony
rights belong to the kings of hills
feelings payed upon
dreams that are just drugs of illusions
back to the colony...
it rages on

Another Ordinary Story at 7:13 AM;

what lies before me?
a darkened mist of unforseen content
wad are my dreams?
so full of possibilties that dreams are seemingly illusions
what are my wishes?
if they can be fulfilled or can they be achieved?
wad do i want to achieve?
success if faliure does nt deter me
what am i?
i am a paver of my dreams creating my future
unallowing my dreams to be be deterred
unallowin myself to be a victim
bt what can i do when all odds are against mine?
a true warrior will arise
tho i am bt a peasant i will make sure my dreams are my own
and my life will be mine
survive
the unforseen

Another Ordinary Story at 6:43 AM;