He Rides Once MoreThe Knight Unwanted rides back in to trample down my bliss because I broke some unknown sin I travel to abyss. The deathly hooves of thund'ring steed accompany him now the wounds of past scars begin to bleed to his power I then bow. Just before I hit my knees I remember our last duel the glimmer in my eye he sees and thinks himself a fool. This time the battle I will take cause I now have a blade the knight will soon know his mistake when he finds his horse is slayed. This time I don't hide awayHe Rides Once More
I know I can defeat the knight that walt
The Unwanted KnightRegret is a cowardly knight who kicks you when you're down never giving a chance to fight then in him you drown. His presence haunts us all and rags on us for life his burden often makes us fall he cuts us with a knife. Why would I do that? Why didn't I go the same place as him? How could I do that? he leaves us not a whim. The knight that never rides alone so often with love he comes he acts only as a drone but the pair are never chums. Existing in all space and time its him you can't escape I have caught him in my rhyme your conThe Unwanted Knight
Black CanyonThe black river shapes the earth which is my heart and mind changing what the land is worth 'til treasure they do find. There is one who holds the gate to flood the land of dreams I love the one who holds my fate yet tears carve all new streams. I think this one my greatest friend and trust my life to him on our friendship I depend though feel the trust is grim. I dream some day he'll come to me and ask me what to do on that day I will set free the river black and true. Until that day the river flows through canyons cut by tears for howBlack Canyon
Insomniac's MarchI rose before the breath of dawn to the blackness of the night out of rest my soul was drawn and soon was to take flight. I adorned in rebel arms dine in the empty hall alone deactivating all alarms so my plan will not be known. I gather my provisions then and set out for reliefInsomniac's March
with only my marching music men to trample out my grief. As the cleansing rain pounds at my back I tread further from restraint
trying to find whatever track will lead me to my saint. The solitude and biting cold refresh my battered soul going against all I wa
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
"shit happens" one of my friends said this to me one day
Love you babe!
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You know my hand shakes,
my heart quakes,
All because you said my name.
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The meaning of l i f e is to live w e l l
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