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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Last Walk Of Death

I turn over my shoulder
Death looks back at me
as i walk through the darkness
Death whispers to me

i am alone & friendless
my only companion is Death
saling through the seas of despair
my only guide is Death

i stare out at the moonless night
i can feel Death's caress
as the world spins out of sight
in my mind, reality fades

i find myself in yesteryear
my lips draw towards hers
yet they do not meet
for i cannot touch her;
she sleeps an eternal sleep

i can hear the apprehensive silence
i can feel it crawl through my skin
i stand alone in this world
knowing that i am the last of my kin

i am but a wraith
ravaged by the sands of time
my life an ethereal myth
the last trace of footprints blow away by the wind

Death stands before me
no words are said
we stand before a grave
and the name on its head
the name on its head is mine

Friday, March 21, 2008

Hehehe...I love taking candid pictures & videos...its HILARIOUS!! Sucks for the person on film though, but what the heck...

A friend of mine caught on tape singing "Freak on a leash"



The look on his face is priceless...



A spontaneous rendition of "Sweet dreams"


FUCK THE SYSTEM

I am trapped in this stereotypical world
Alone amidst strangers
I am held by the tendrils of civilization
An alien world full of dangers
I look on as faceless people pass
All trapped in this hell we call earth

We are all prisoners, yet we know it not
We are all puppets, yet we know it not
We are all blinded, yet we know it not
We are all damned, yet we know it not

I can feel the beast within
Straining to break freeI
can feel the beast within
Slowly taking over me

I have been caged for far too long
Trapped in this hollow shell
And now I walk among those damned souls
Those risen from hell

I sojourn alone through this land
Searching for a sign of release
And now that time hath finally come
Where all my misery will cease
For these barren wastelands,
With their barren souls will soon be aflame
And the beast shall be released

I walked with the dead
As the world crumbled before me
The beast, finally free
Had just three words to say-

FUCK THE SYSTEM

Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Gunslinger of Death

THE GUNSLINGER OF DEATH

The sun is setting
The land is red
Drenched with blood
Of those long dead

Scars from the past
Memories buried in my head
Scars from the past
A reminder of those I left dead

I feel no pity
I feel no remorse
I am hardened by battle
Hidden by this farce

I am a prisoner to my mind
Bound in my own chains
I am a prisoner to my mind
Until the last of my days

The only friend I have
Are the guns beside me
For I am the gunslinger
The gunslinger of death

I am the last remnant of a forgotten legacy
Of proud warriors, once unconquered
Who now lay, one with the earth
Forgotten by all around them
The world of gunslingers is dead

It is the unknown that draws me
It is there my destiny awaits
Beyond all realms of thought
I world I knew is dead, with no place for me
I have a huger nothing can sate
Save a journey straight to hell

I feel no joy
I feel no sorrow
I am a cold ruthless killer
Walking into tomorrow