Our Greatest Works |
Once and most involved
The clock runs ticking hell
Fire burns away the alive
Until, until you sigh
You sigh for the life
The life you take for granted
Death comes but once to everyone at once
Fire wi...
Posted by steve shadows on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:39:00 PST |
Cogs |
Your sun is setting in the final hour.
The times of trivial pursuits are ending.
Your passion turns to rivalries
Your rivalries to friendships
Your friendships to grave stones.
Your A...
Posted by steve shadows on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:31:00 PST |
shaking at the gate |
Waking to total freedom chaos and smiles of sarcasm the television says the dam has broken trusting in something I cannot see The feeling in the air is one of dust and sin Frightening glory fills the...
Posted by steve shadows on Fri, 18 May 2007 07:57:00 PST |
A sigh of relief... |
The twisted iron gates that line these tattered walls The people looking onward all but appalled Their own nation stolen secrets taken to the grave The blood and bones of bodies lay strewn upon the ...
Posted by steve shadows on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 02:18:00 PST |
Acquiescence |
People moving in and out of shape the world is about to break The time has come to let go of fate To bring to full fruition The realization of destiny And choice on this voyage along the arrow of ti...
Posted by steve shadows on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:28:00 PST |
Fire |
It rains down from the heavens with righteous aim The fire instigates violence and pain Like water it melts away the rain After this re-birth you will never be the same. The cold ice surrounds you ...
Posted by steve shadows on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 03:42:00 PST |
Inhibitions |
The clash of beauty holds close its own conspiracy The tide of blood red passion fuels the fashionocracy While people trade soullessness for sins and sadness I ponder the depth of the externalized ...
Posted by steve shadows on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 04:21:00 PST |
Can't Sleep |
When I sleep I see the fog of death When I wake I want to take the step To end the visions inside my head The retrospective coffin I have made my bead The bath of blood is cold with warmth...
Posted by steve shadows on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 02:56:00 PST |
Here Here |
As the sun goes down in Babylon the drums of war beat across the pond the black machines building the bombs the magician of time waving his wand The Sun shines weak and sickly as of late I have felt...
Posted by steve shadows on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:22:00 PST |
no subject |
"The opportunity is in front of youthe gun is on the table"The time can come to take a chanceTo let the mustang from the stableThe winds are cold and fog is aboundThe odd summer holds not a soun...
Posted by steve shadows on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 04:45:00 PST |
