blazinex
06-03-2006, 01:32 PM
ok i wrote this for a song but in the music forum they like don't appreciate art so i'm here
nothing in the sky
and everything in the ground 12 feet below
a sea of death and a land of exile
take a breath of the air so dead
with a sky of gray and a night of dark light
where ever you go where ever you may roam
death will follow by your side
never leaving you alone
take your chances in a world so alone
there's nothing here and nothing over there
the last of you the last of your kind
the last of a survivor so undead
you know why but you don't know why
sleep in cold snow survive like a winter flower
your journey never ends when did it ever start
a never ending search for your self
the end is just your own end in a twisted way
the scream of a silent death reaches your heart
alone but at the sametime not
everything kills you in the day
the night simply watches you
every reason to die for none to live for
but a feeling inside tells you
to keep looking until your last breath
all the good people are gone
you'll be falling from now on
air is so heavy it's pressing on your chest
now you're thinking that death will be the best
p.s remember is originally for a song
nothing in the sky
and everything in the ground 12 feet below
a sea of death and a land of exile
take a breath of the air so dead
with a sky of gray and a night of dark light
where ever you go where ever you may roam
death will follow by your side
never leaving you alone
take your chances in a world so alone
there's nothing here and nothing over there
the last of you the last of your kind
the last of a survivor so undead
you know why but you don't know why
sleep in cold snow survive like a winter flower
your journey never ends when did it ever start
a never ending search for your self
the end is just your own end in a twisted way
the scream of a silent death reaches your heart
alone but at the sametime not
everything kills you in the day
the night simply watches you
every reason to die for none to live for
but a feeling inside tells you
to keep looking until your last breath
all the good people are gone
you'll be falling from now on
air is so heavy it's pressing on your chest
now you're thinking that death will be the best
p.s remember is originally for a song