Show UsShow us the dawn of another world,One that is without the sins of ours,But with colours of souls together swirled,And skin unbroken and without scars.Show us the other worlds ocean,One without the swirl of myrtle green,But the flawless deep crystal blue,And the haunting melody of the unseen.Show us the other worlds mountains,One without the rocky, jagged claws,But with the clouds of the heavens,And the bitter wind travelling without course.Show us the other worlds sky,One without the stain of sickness,But the wings of creatures that fly,And eyes of those gone in the darkness.Show us the other worlds heart,One without the struggle of greed,But the purity of ones first start,And the sweetness of those in need.Show us the other worlds soul,One that is without our atrocities,But with flutes singing of things whole,And the graves overrun with the lilies.Show us the other worlds war,One without the suffering and mercy,But with the guiding light of a star,And the pa
A Silent HeartIt wasn't like her to give up, to just throw away her dream,But it wasn't like her to open up to where she could be seen.No, she was independent, intelligent, logical and serious-minded,But then what happened? How could she have been so blinded?Especially when there was a light right in front, guiding her,Always there even if he was nothing more than a distorted blur.But now, now she was sick and tired of trying to reach that light,Sick of trying to get closer only for him to once again go out of sight.She felt a little bit more die as he passed her, never noticingBut acknowledging the one that was next to her standing.She took a breath as he walked away, quickly blinking back tears,Though she pretended to be fine, ignoring the voices jeers.It was hard to smile when every time it would always seem weaker,For all she wanted was for him to come back and seek her.But she knew it would never happen so she would always just laugh,Keeping the feeling locked away so she could j
Docters Aren't that BadThey surrounded them on all sides, gazing at them with those expressions of hunger. Blood covering their mouths and flesh hanging off of their limbs, it was a sight you could lose your lunch over, no matter how hardened you are. What was worse then the sight was the stench they gave off. It was a sour but at the same time so sickly sweet. The humidity of the swamp didn't help at all, making it feel as if you were always covered in blood.Not that the four minded; they lived for the blood shed, with the American the only one not completely bloodthirsty which wasn't exactly saying much, and they were used to the stench by now. It's simply the price you pay after spending a month or so in the same place without any contact from the outside world besides the occasional ghost message being relayed to and fro the Imperial army. How they have stayed (moderately) sane, not including the German mind you, was beyond the comprehension of any of them. They just simply killed zombies, ate, talked,
I found you...I found you there lying on the ground,quivering in fear as it stood above you,laughing as it pulled you down,below the depths into an ocean of sorrowand pain with no remorse.You thought there was no hope,you thought you had been forgotten,you thought that death was going to be your only friend,but you were wrong.Time hasn't forgotten you,time is also your friend,time gives us hope,for with enough time I will come,I will be your beacon of light,in the ocean of pain and sorrow,I will be the one that pulls you out,I will be the one that holds you close to keep you warm,and you will be the one that will always have my heart.