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What?
The sun sets under the skyline,
Horror grabs ahold of Kevin.
His face changes completely,
He has to be home at eleven.
People walk the bridge slowly,
As Kevin runs by so swiftly.
That even the river below,
Seems to disapear completely.
He runs out of energy to run,
But he has to pick up the pace.
Kevin knows it's getting late,
The big hands on 10, the lil ones on 8.
The bridge never seems to end,
Horror feels his face expression.
He's gonna be grounded for life,
This time he's gonna learn his lesson.
The picture in his mind explodes,
His mind juss can't make-up.
Rather to stay there or run,
But then Kevin suddenly wakes-up.
These sticks and hats, cover the place
A hundered ways, The others portrayed
Hunters and blades, Love Seeps Daylight
These sanity swells, never stay right
Never long enough, open your eyelids
Never big enough, for the ocean of kindness
The sun sneeks sleep, behing the hills
It aint ur garden variety, mines or pills
These rusty nails, tie together this wood
To cross the ocean, of never understood
n` thunder would, Like Satins Devil
So the night pales, fate is swivle
As i see the meat clever
Displayed, from the L S D Reaper...
Scared by the downing sun and toil,
painted with charcole, some with oil.
running steep upon the ledge,
meeting the keep at the end of the ledge.
Plains are smirling masses of grasses twirling,
only the horror of the future he bestow,
the maddening jump, and the rocks below.
round and round into a center,
once before, but afraid to enter.
should he jump, or should he redeem,
maybe retract this venomous scheme.
Until all his problems seem to stack,
take one step and fade to black.
Haiku
Shadows blind all thoughts
Into a bridge of thinking
The sun has deceased...
what i saw...
...Then our time just stoped,
As the sun becames liquid...
And melted the skies
through twisted eyes view twisted skies
horrified by the cries of everyday lives
woke up on the wrong side of the bed
realized I'm living like I'm already dead
through the looking glass reality seems unreal
my view begins to crumble reflecting how I feel
sanity is lost and no where to be found
fend for myself in the dust left by the crowd
Standing on the bridge
Between Heaven and Hell,
Ready to dispel all thoughts that
Invade your head before
Terror marks your eye
With the vile red of blood
Such as that seen
When those of insane reason
Go berserk
And end the heaven that is earth
To put a foot inside its hell...
Walking slowly...
On the bridge of Madness.
Perplexity is sitting next to me, I feel vexed within this land of complexity.
My head grows weary from thinking about horrid visions which kill all people, fluttering and muttering with my eyes apon the steeple.
Provisions of thought patterns swirl about the caught mind matter, which within my brain dwells and causes my dream waves to swell.
Im in a living hell, which relapses into my driven sinapses, always wanting another lover who will hear my heart a-crackling and snapping.
when the world gets distorted
feels like the sun always sets
the bridge of life gets shorted
the world seems it has terettes
other people don't notice
all the things that you have seen
while your eyes are in the mist
they're seeing everything clean
your emotions confuse you
when you've gone through that abuse
it's hard to see what is true
when you're stuck in your issues
Horror fills my eyes as death walking passes by,
My face turns white as he turns, I wonder why,
Hes after me? I gasp and try to grasp the reality,
The concept is quite simple but its slipping past me,
What have I done, whys it suddenly my turn to die,
He stopped infront of me, looking straight in my eye,
I grasp my face as he takes my fate into his hands,
I see distortion as I float away from these lands.
^blah.. quick shit.. oOO well haha
I can hear the stream of water beneath the bridge
If only I was captured by the beauty of the sunset over the ridge
You can just smell the aroma of air when you breathe in
Im screaming because I need something to believe in
Not just an ordinary idea that leads to treason
Im searching for the answers behind the reasons
So I stand on this bridge all alone and greevin
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