As he motion of the waves flow the waves flow by with ease
One must think of its new feel of breeze.
Its new emblem of discrase.
The endangered look upon one's face...
Miracles if being burns the eyes,
Runs the mind, then slowly dies.
Cripted creatures lurk in the night.
No words are said; your lips are closed tight.
Fright in the face of the ghost bride,
Just now realizing how she really died.
Checkerboards, boast games,
Killing machines, picture frames...
All of which rely on you to make them who they are.
Before you go and run away, dont pray to deep and far.
Blood cripples the rushing vomit.
America haters planning to bomb it.
Anxiety, fright, death, stare...
Nothing in the world can compare.
To the murderers' thoughts of filthyness,
Wierd behavior and strange bliss:
Mind creates craters galore;
Filled with blood, tears, and more.
Ripped pages fly out of the books,
Covered in ink, thoughts ripped like a hook.
Don't let these feelings fool you,my friends...
For, the end is only beginning untill it really ends.