A Thread of HopeA Thread of HopeA Thread of Hope,is stuck to my clothesA clinging dream, and endless mysteryWhy do I call upon this Thread of HopeI wonder?I love it and I hate itI love it for it's possibilities,I hate it for misbeliefA Thread of Hope across my visionA bright red ribbonA flight of birdsA cluster of broken wordsThis is my Thread of Hope,and I wish to not have itBut it is a gift I can only keep,and never return-DarkerHours
A Moment in TimeA Moment in TimeIn a Moment in time,I fallSo Far belowI break, and shatterI hurt more than I could ever imagineThe pain is so realTears cannot ever ease the painFor what you've lostIn the Future the pain is a gentle sting,no longer cripplingBut sometimes at night,when life gets too harshYou feel the pain,From that Moment in time-DarkerHours
A Hot Cup of ChocolateA Hot Cup of ChocolateOver a Hot Cup of Chocolate in a CafeI was sad, gloomy,mad at the worldWhen when I took a sip, you were thereBeautiful and kindLoving and lively with stars for eyesYou were my world the moment I met youYou were my starI knew this then,But I never knew the endI remember when I saw those stars fadeWhen his breath stoppedWhen his heart slowedOnly if he knewI would never love another again,for I'd given him my heartand when he faded,I faded tooHe is only a broken memory now,but when I take a sip of a Hot Cup of Chocolate,I see him besides me, and I live again,for one last moment-DarkerHours
My little BirdyMy little BirdyMy little birdyWhy so blue?My little birdyWhat happened to you?My little birdyWhy so sad?My little birdyDon't you remember what you had?My little birdyI don't understand.My little birdyWhat happened to that land?My little birdyIt's gonna be alrightMy little birdyFor I'll give you my light-DarkerHours
The Grim Reaper - The Six SensesGrim ReaperI see fear in your eyes, so bright and clearI smell the scent of sorrow, a cloud of black smokeI taste the blood on my lips, an interesting flavour indeedI feel the pain if your head, a harsh thrumming of hoofsI hear you cry in your bed, sharp as the sound of silenceI sense you are almost dead, so I will descend upon you and bring you to deathThe last thing you feel is a dark black gloom, a dread of black feathery wingsThe last thing you tatse is a gentle breeze, your last, your only, your firstThe last thing you smell is the scent of the dead, like must and decay but sickly sweetThe last thing you see is me standing there, a black shroud, a sharp sickle to which they reapThe last thing you hear, is me say "I am the Grim Reaper, you should fear"Then silence and they are gone in the night, a whisper of a shadowIn the corner of a room, is me, waiting untill the day I descend upon youTo steal your life, and give you the greatest gift,And that is the greatest peac
A QuestionA questionA questionWhy do I notice things too late? I wonder forever and ponder for an eternity To love without a first dateWhy do I have to dance with fate? I question and find myself alone and with no suggestion Of if I am freeWhy do I cry myself to sleep? I am afraid, I think, perhaps
Am I Vain?Am I Vain?I stare at the wallBroken and emptyAlone and distraughtI was beautiful once, but it was too long ago to rememberI want to be loved, to be beautiful, to be meBut I am so vain,I look into the mirrorI trace the marks on my face, swearing to myself,"I'll never be loved"But I know,I know beauty is within,but who could love me for all my flawsAm I really vain?I certainly don't cover up those marks,I don't lie to those people who look at me in the faceI don't steal hearts and break themI just want to be beautiful, be lovedIs this vain?Am I destined to always be alone?Am I vain?
Words????Words???WordsWhat are those elusive things we can capture and bottle???Are they the magic across your pageThe love in your handsThe letters of a dreamThe hate in your soulThe element of caringThe beauty of everythingOr are they a part of us????A memory, a shard of love lodged in our hearts???-DarkerHours