Wolves in the SkyDon't worry about the thunder, it can't hurt you.
Its bark is much worse than it's bite.
Though wolves in the sky are stalking their prey.
Just know, it is not you whom they seek today.
The voices of sanity fleeYou may think that you're crazy when the voices first start.
When the whispers echo in the halls and bounce off the walls, but that's when you're safe.
Its only when they stop that you have to worry, that's when the real insanity starts.
In the deadly silence, that's when you feel most alive.
But being alive isn't as grand as it seems, when you are sliced apart by your broken dreams.
The voices protect you from your own viscous thoughts and hide the truth.
They sing sweet lullaby's to you as you're falling asleep.
Without them the truth is revealed, without them your fate cannot be sealed.
So you had better thank them for the job they have done,
before it is too late and there is no time left to run.
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Oh, I wanted to drain the life out of his body and stand over him as he bled out onto that musty old carpet. I wanted to turn around and head back down the hall and burst into the room to make my vision a reality. My Dark side laughed and replayed my earlier vision, the one it had tricked me with. I held my palms to my temples and closed my eyes tight against the force of my Dark Side. I didn't want to be this way. I didn't want the darker me to win.
Quotes From My FatherUpon discussing what becomes of a person after they die.
Me: "Dad, What I'm afraid about death is that I don't know what happens after I'm gone.."
Dad: "Well, your body just disperses into the ground and it feeds animals and plants. Therefore a part of you just keeps living forever, on and on and on even after you yourself have died. And even when those plants and animals die they then will be recycled again and again. Over and over. So, really you never die at all."
Me: "But what do you think happens to your soul? I mean, do you think there is somewhere that it goes?"
Dad: "Your soul is just energy, like the electricity that powers the lights. And what happens to light? It travels on and on throughout the universe at 186,000 miles per second, but yet it never stops since there is nothing to stop it."
Lady of the NightHer Thin lips painted blood red,
Glazed eyes seeking an escape.
She doesn't stir as I cross the caution tape.
I know her face
Because I've seen her around,
But not because I used her; this trampled rose on the ground.
Dark clouds approached
As she waited for warmth by the corner,
But none of her lovers' have appeared to morn her.
Beaten and bruised,
She would return crying.
Theres only so much one soul can take before it starts dying.
She flew from the top.
Now, a dead bird in the street.
Her cries are silenced as she lays at my feet.
A deep red sea
Surrounds her pale face,
A crimson colored tear in the fabric of space.
Flashing lights intrude,
reflections in this red puddle.
The police conclude that her death was not a struggle.
But it was.
Well, maybe not quite.
She died willingly but it still isn't right.
I want to kill them all.
Those men who abused her.
I want to take back all the nights that they used her.
Its over now though.
Theres nothing I could have fixed
But I w