maybe_mayhem
01/27/04, 08:28 PM
Old Fashion Descent
Symphonies rise to cast a silhouette
on the children of our future,in their hands
lies the weapon that killed the past.Protection
is a blessing in disguise that left our
disconnected spirits long before any can
remember.Every last one of them have claimed
innocense to advance into the realm of
beauty and horror.But isn't horror beauty in
itself?I have often pondered the flight of a
bullet and it's journey to nullify the
common anger of mankind.As a righteous hand
drags it's nails across a rusted path
the urge to these feet awaken, someday
soaring with the clouds.So hang your toes
over the edge and take this leap to regret
never again the chances you once had.
Symphonies rise to cast a silhouette
on the children of our future,in their hands
lies the weapon that killed the past.Protection
is a blessing in disguise that left our
disconnected spirits long before any can
remember.Every last one of them have claimed
innocense to advance into the realm of
beauty and horror.But isn't horror beauty in
itself?I have often pondered the flight of a
bullet and it's journey to nullify the
common anger of mankind.As a righteous hand
drags it's nails across a rusted path
the urge to these feet awaken, someday
soaring with the clouds.So hang your toes
over the edge and take this leap to regret
never again the chances you once had.