The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost. Looking back on the day it all began
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost. Looking back on the day it all began My comrades crying their revolution
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost. Looking back on the day it all began My comrades crying their revolution On the sands of time
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies. to all my disires I endevout to achieve all that i deserve. Is all that I need Is my will to please Before my will can freeze. The Sky Is red As the Dawn Is Rising Over the blood been spilled that night A brother weeps not knowing why. For enemies choose whether to live or die. As the night grows old. The day begins its youth Gentle whispers heard within the breeze that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind controlling the day, struggle to escape Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake And I am soon consumed by the thought of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost. Looking back on the day it all began My comrades crying their revolution On the sands of time I sowed in these fields my reputation. (( Why don't we end the poem here? It's getting too long. ))
A summer afternoon can kill. with unsheathed shafts of molten light lanced towards the hills. ( I get to add two lines cause' I'm special.)
A summer afternoon can kill. with unsheathed shafts of molten light lanced towards the hills. And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
A summer afternoon can kill. with unsheathed shafts of molten light lanced towards the hills. And could capriciously, just as easily, not. But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.
