闩 丂卄闩ᗪㄖ山 讠𝓝 爪丫 爪讠𝓝ᗪ



Stagnant Relic
"...This might be the end of me. Taking all my strength not to give in to this complete and under torture to my very soul. Oh, the crushing of my being. My spirits are low and happiness is far from my mind. I wish to give nothing more, to move far from here and be something beyond this hollow, brainlessness of an existence. Oh, sweet sorrow of mine. Where is my will to be, to move, to take what I wish above all. Gone my mind is, lost is my soul. With out my love. Heart crashing. Tears fall far from my face. Screams lost behind the smile on my face. Doors close and peace is far from my reach. To be set free. To fear no more. If only I could let go. Yet here I am, holding on to this anguish I have sown..." -CMST

At My Heels
"...The stars hold no peace for me this night. The light fighting the darkness but there are clouds in sight. It is cold and fright full. Yet I can not stop. I must move. Were I ask but nothing is in sight. Only a voice, small but clear. It speaks to me in my darkness. Move, yet I stand still. Stuck in my self. The Sun comes, yet I am not ready. I am lost in my darkness, but I must move. Were these foot steps might take me I do not know but the Sun is coming and I must let go..." -CMST

Promise
"I stand, yet I am lost in the shadows of the night. My armor torn, my sword broken in two. I grow tired but I must not give in to the poison that grabs at my very soul. Weak I feel, yet I will fight till life has left my being. For I am more then my enemy knows. By my hand, I will break but by the hand that guides me I will have my victory. Who could stand against me, not a soul. My love has taken me where I must be and I will be, till it is my end. Tho shadow surrounds me, my hope, my love is with me. No matter the sorrow or pain I have sown. I will have my victory because I do not, stand-alone..."-CMST

To be filled
"...I will never finish. The call can not be answered. The soil is dry and no life will grow. My energy is drained into the bottomless pit of this I do. A seed that will bring no fruit. Joy is not what I need or desire. Love is but a dream away but my hands do you wrong. My heart is numb to this I understand not. My words lost in this lifeless soul. I have not the fire that burns and would make me anew. I have no life. Tears fall not on the ground, sorrow dos not sting my body and I only fear to leave you alone. Oh to hold you close, to breathe you into my lungs and be still..."-CMST

Immobile
"...I stand still. Like that of a stone on a hillside. I move not a mile or an inch. Life, it has never filled my lungs, nor has the sun shined on my cold frail bones. The air bits at my body. My mind stuck in darkness, hope lost in the hands of sorrow. Blood runs down my face and all that escape my mouth is dust. Am I stuck, or have I just chosen to stand still for so long? I know not the hands or feet in front of me and I fear them. I understand not this world, the fire that builds up, nor the cold bleak faces all around me. I fade beyond this existence, forever stuck in this I have sown. By my hand, I fail. By my love, I might be free. Yet here I stand. Lost, frail, broken, still..." -CMST

The Horror of Never
"...To the depths I fall, surrounded by this horror. My fear, my soul. I come to a road shrouded in anger and unknowing. Losing to this that holds me, this shade of gray that is and always will be. Love, my enemy, my fear. It is a weight around my neck. It drags me to the bottom of the ocean. Yet I will be free, I shall never surrender to my heart. For this scare might be deep and I might be weak, but I will never allow this fear to take me. It will not stop me, it will not have me. I know I might be this today but I will never surrender, I will never stop. I am more, and I will never die of this..." CMST

Head Under The Water
"...Chains all around me. Arms locked in tightly, they push into my chest and I can barely breathe. My first thought is "GOD WHY!" Yet why, do I not have the power to be free? Have I not been shown the way, do I not know? My knees held into the hard, cold ground. I can not blame my love. It is by my hands do I bleed, by my deeds do I stay locked away. A rope around my neck, slowly taking me. Oh, the sun is near. Yet here I am. Dreaming away life. Drowning in my misery, my pain, my lost mind. I sow this that I am, my darkness, my sorrow. My love strays into the darkness, trying to help me find my way, yet I pull away. Tears have always fallen down my face, I never have tried to scream in pain. I have always been silent. Yet now, at this moment I raise my head and look to the sky. I open my mouth and simply say, in a whisper of a voice. Love, help me breathe..." -CMST

My Love
"...I do not fly. Hell beyond and ever after as my arms stretch to the heavens. Take hold my love, for I will not make it by the power that is mine. Only you my dear. My heart longs for you, yet I am so far from the hand that might save me. I would scream to the heavens if I could. Yet I dig myself into this pit. A deed I commit and will reap what I have sown. Death will find me, taking me to sleep till I might see you, my love. To feel such pain and anguish for I know, I will fail. I can not fly, but with you, I hope I might choose. Yet, here I am. Standing at the cliff of tomorrow. Not leaping, not taking what is right in front of me. Not choosing you..." -CMST

Fasten
"...Chained, arms and legs set together. Being pulled in a direction by a whim. Oh, the screams in the distance. Fear fills my chest, yet I have no control. No will to stop this that tethers. Taken to this point by the hands that are mine. Sorrow, pain, and agony. Here, past this point, I mustn't go. I mustn't stray. I love thee, forever and so I must break free, I must be with thee..." -CMST


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