Beaten Words
A sound dies
Disappearing ink
A fatal love
An empty book
This is this
But what is that?




False words
Unsung verses
Empty books
A hollow shell
A heart of stone


Colored lights
Darkened skies
A shadow overcomes
Stars above
Hell below
Life is never what it seems
For your illusions are reality
And reality
Is just an illusion
Where the roses bloom
Darkness follows
The thorns prick and
Draw blood
Stabs at the heart
And soul
Leaving only the shell
Empty and alone


The lion
King of beasts
The man
Killer of kings



Sings the cry of the blackbird
A foreshadow of death
That is upon young lovers
Who cannot learn to trust
Death comes slow
An agonizing pain
Tearing at the heart
Ripping of their souls
A river of blood
Is all that is left
Of the two young lovers
Whose fate is worse than death
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