Bane-Wraith

I am of the Autumn I am of the Air I am of Mother Earth In which all things doth share I am of the Springtime I am  of the Breeze I am but the Teardrops And the mucus you sneeze Some things take others Some things leave alone Some things only follow The path where they were grown Some things take names And others take Form I am of the Mortals And on Gaia I was born And I opened my eyes And my brain took in and soon I was guided Into life by fellow kin But disposed and unheard of Never known of, out There Soon I gather voice And say I am of the Air I am of the Water I am of the Earth It's taken flames of passion to c

Help me see Help me feel Help me cry Help me feel Help me see life through my own eyes...! Let me stand Let me walk Let me talk Let me walk Let me stand through life's battle cries...! Cause if I'm somwhere alone And if I'm somewhere Far Cause if I'm somewhere hurt I'd need your call...! Find Me Now! Set me free... This world ain't enough for my Eyes to see! Fill My Heart! Show me love... I'd sooner trust your kiss than the skies above! Find Me Now! Let me go... Cause I'd only come back to you, with a world to show! Fill My Heart! Let me know... I'll always love you so... The skies shine down on thee... you mean the

There's a word so strong So powerful and just There's a word I hear To send a deaf man straight There's a word I hear Because I've lost it all And because I've lost you That word's... Nothing at all.

I am open, and I writhe Feed me your toxic life Sell to me your pains so precious I draw the taints of the earth. Feed to me your precious draught of denial, of ignorance, of lust And I shall unto you bestow virtue Where you have lacked your own So you can see the atrocity You have bred to this plane He looms in your pathetic footsteps He is the shade in your vain.

Born from the ashes of a pitiful world An Angel stretches wings, of a white bird cringing deep from the wounds he'd immediately see He'd hide himself in Me... Now the bell tolls, that it's time to come out An angel shrivels fearfully, and full of doubt And hiding his face fully in a mask to see This angel would become as Me Fearing through my eyes, and gripping my heart Not wishing to yet tread, not wishing to yet start He'd spread his grip and then he'd see The race that spawned dear Me Tactfully and tactically he'd reach his fist Prying away at walls to see what he had missed So many minds, hearts tainted and torn The Angel f

And if I died right now and I cried in the night I'd know the set of words that'll see me through the blight "Remember me.... Remember me!" And if I lost my throat in war, or I fought a battle lost I'll pray to the gods that no matter the cost... you'll "Remember me... Remember me!" Because if I can't see myself through reality's harsh light! Then I hope to the lords that I'll guide you through the night 'Cause there ain't no worth more than your heart's warmth I'll see you through the storm... Right through the storm! And if I died on a cross, if I lost to a prayer I'll pray that you'll think of me watching up there "Remember me

My dearest sweetest love How I fall for thee An epic cross to this black earth My dearest sweetest love How much you mean to me Through your eyes my life give birth My dearest sweetest love Fill your heart with glee I wash you over in these calm seas My dearest sweetest love The skies shine down on thee A goddess only I may ease

One can not know the true joy I feel without piercing all the pains in my heart. Truly, it is there. You must simply look deep enough Buried is much strife. Buried is much drama. Keep digging; It is there. How has it come to pass that you've gone so far? You must truly wish for that joy. The strife passes you so numbly. The drama avoids your thoughts. Keep digging; It is there. Have I pulled you further into such a black encrusted heart? Truly, you have brought with you so much virtue You plant seeds of faith You've been taken by the kindness. Keep digging; It is there. Have you not found it yet, that place in my heart? For tr

"....Why do you keep doing this?" "What do you mean. Writing?" "Yes, Writing!" ...a tired, lanky human yawned a moment before swiveling in his chair, away from the terminal his tired fingers doctored, to a still smiling, yet disturbed wife. He looked to her with the same smile... partly because his eyes too bloodshot and head too tired to do much else. He gave a light stretch. "I adore writing stories." "Why, though?" "Some say that stories are all actually real occurences. That they have all in one point or place, occured." "That's saying everything we can possibly conceive has already come to pass." "Yep." The author merely smiled.