We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but more importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have weapons, food, clothes, and men. But we are scared. Very scared. We think we will not win, although we will. We can come out tonight, like creatures of the dark. But we are not. We are creatures of light, like justice. Justice. That word was banned years ago. They run this place like a prison. But we are ready, even though we are scared. We will launch our great machine, the Mother, tonight. We have seen neither day nor night for years, only darkness and sorrow. But tonight we change that. If we succeed, we will have our freedom to roam the lands. If not, we will die. Or worse.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one you love in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the next day will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my love ...is my rival....Time has stopped to you as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if you keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... Or one day you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the top of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, you can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But you did! You tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to you anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are you saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow you take life's next test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. Or maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow you take life's next test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. Or maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired by Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story posted here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written by a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.