Come Flirt with EvilCome flirt with evil
Come excite yourself with a dark beauty
Don't poke too deep or you'll fall in.
Come flirt with darkness and enter a new realm.
A new realm of a dark and ghastly beauty.
Come flirt with evil
Organ of BeautyYour many keys may confuse people, but it dosent confuse me.
Your beautiful sound captures all who are willing to hear beauty.
And as I pour my life into your keys to make my beauty and yours audible too all, my cares, worries and troubles melt away.
Slow and quite at first then picks up!
Powerful, thunderous beauty spills out of your pipes which fills the entire building and all who hear.
And as I keep playing I'm completely zoned out, unable to hear the dark voices witch haunt me.
Your beauty is all I hear. Your beauty is all I shall hear.
Should your beauty ever die, it would be a great tragedy.
From your highs to your lows, they define me. Your deep penetrating sounds are all that is needed.
Absolute beauty is lurking in the shadows. Come out and look! Come out and hear the beauty!
Sounds of ShatteringA sound so pecular it tickles the hairs on your neck.
A sound so horrifying like a cry of a thousand stabs.
The dreams are stiff and frozen as they stand
And as the music of life swells it shatters the dreams second by second.
And the life dies away.
Love MeFill my heart with love.
Don't ever leave me.
Can't you see I need you?
Please, don't ever leave me.
SuspenseSilence is the worst enemy of all
It forces you to wait for certain doom.
The fall of a great land, inevitable
The cry of many people.
The suspense is eating you alive,
As you wait for your punishment.
Seconds feel like minutes,
And minutes, hours.
Suspense is here.
The great time of curiosity and fear,
Forcing you to wait for your inevitable destruction.
HopeWhat is hope? Is it love? Is it just a joke to make us "feel better?" Far from a joke actually. Its what keeps us alive. What tells us to push on. And its what keeps us from killing each other and or ourselves. Losing hope is like losing your mind, but there is always a choice. You can chose to have hope or you can chose not to. Its as simple as saying, "Its gonna be okay." or just thinking positive. Although this road your own may seem desolate like a burnt forest, there is always a tiny leaf sprouting from the ground. This leaf is going to make a new, and better forest, better than what it was before. One thought of "no hope" is enough to rip that leaf out of the ground and crush it. The only way to stop it is to say it is going to be okay. By saying this you are watering that tiny leaf, and one day it will turn into the greatest tree you will ever know.
Mr. ComputerYour shinny LCD screen. Your numerous keys, commands and buttons. Your entertainment. It is all so addicting. It can be considered a drug. It should be. Press the on button, log in, open up web browser and your already hooked. You can talk to people miles away, but it causes great bonds that can be easily broken. Bonds that are technically not real. The truth of the matter is that what seems great might as well be your downfall. Fighting addictions is extremely difficult, but its not impossible. Nothing is truly impossible, you can do anything you set your mind too... Well you can't fly. But there are so many possibilities it might as well be "endless." These bonds are caused so rapidly because your own instinct cannot stop you, your not really there with the person which might cause you not to say things that you will say in the form of text. This plethora of letters can mean something that isn't true to what it actually is. Truth can be misinterpreted as lies. And lies can be misinte
Untitled ProseWhat is it like to die? I can't answer that question fully.
Under the influence of fake love.
You might ask what that means. I'll tell you. Its like loving someone when they don't love you back, but they say they do. Have you ever loved someone who said they loved you back but they didn't truly love you back. Its crushing to find out that they don't love you back. But the worst part, the worst circumstance is when they lied to you about it for a long time. I'll be totally honest with you. I've found fake love before. And then I found true love. Someone once told me love never ends. He has a great point. But love can die down to a pilot light if you will. This small flame can become uncontrollable with the littlest help. It seems that you can confuse love with other things, but if theres one thing I know is that the heart does not lie. It may be wrong about a person, but it does not lie! What is it like to be crushed by someone, and then out of the blue a helping hand comes reaching out