This is my december this is my time of the year
-Linkin park -my december
I look to the sky
My screams loud
As I plead to the gods to release me of this horrid fate
This thing so called destiany
This isnt fit for a warrior of such grace
Of such status
This fate which binds me to the darkness
around me
Howls and screams of the shadows
raise to the moon
to the gods
to anyone that will listen to them
My screams are desparte, throaty
Gasping...teary..
And every thing else that goes with it..
My screams are the loudest
My howls are the greatest
Thus..
I turn into what binds me again to this wreatched place
to this darkness...
I've become what i've feared the most..
The shadows
I am no longer a warrior
of grace
of status
worth fearing
worth leading an army of such infulental stauts
I am nothing
I am forgoten
and thats all i've become..
 SuzakuOfTheSouth · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
