What Am I..?Am I a demon,As most believe?Am I the dark halo,Born to decieve?Am I an angel,Made to be free?Am I a light in dark,Willed to guide thee?What is this curse,Upon me bestowed?Where is my destiny?Where's my hearts glow?Why do I scream in the midst of night?It's not of joy, but terror and fright.Angel wing,So gentlye and kind.My simplest of wish,My heart cannot find.Devil wing,So vengeful and crude.Nights eyes watch me closely,As I sit here and brood.*So now run away,I'll sit here and play.And now I won't lie,For thy end is high nigh.*
A Poor Thing PreviewShe looked out over the frosty, white snow with her bright red eyes and withdrew under her old green coat and hat, lowering her face behind her warm scarf as the snow chilled her bare feet-her mother closing their boulder door behind them quietly. She turned to her daughter and smiled behind her own red scarf and from under brown bangs, staying warm herself underneath a long brown coat. "Come on Hazel. We'd best hurry or we won't make it before the snow storm." Her voice was soft and warming to the ear even in the coldest of winters like they were currently in. Tiny Hazel clung to her mother's side as they trudged through the snow. It was December-early December and even the town of Bloomingdell was blanketed in shivering snow and whipped with brisk air. It had been only a few minutes when they arrived at the locked doors-a Closed sign over the handle inside. "Oh dear, she didn't tell me she closed. Let's hurry back, dear." Fallena looked up to the gray sky with her cyan ey
.:Hearts Poem:.Pencil on contactUsing graphite for a factWrinkled old sheetOr plain straight and neatThe stack is all mineTo create circles and linesThe pen on the runAbsolute funThe ink on the pageLike tracings of my thoughtsUnlock the dreams from their cageFind the things that can't be boughtUnlimited pictures that my mind can make realSo descriptive, So aliveYou know how they feelEndless previews of my hearts canvasOf sorrow, Of angerOf pure happinessCartoonish figures of pure comedyBrave or stupid, but mainly sillyFrom flying in the skyTo the ocean with fishOf panels and pagesOf things so childishEmotions expressedReleased or surpressedDrawn out smoothlyAs a matter of fact,As sparkling, clean, newShiney clear glassAdventures made presentableAs good as a fresh made portraitAdjusted and fixedPlainly made to fitAnd tales of great joyFor all girls and boysSo now I sitPen in my handMy ideas keep sparkingThey'll never be cannedSo watch closely and listenFor my d
Code:Freak - Song(Saying) Welcome User, Password......... Code Please (Typing)(Beeping)Code AcceptedMy chain has broke looseAfter I've tried so hardI've escaped my nooseYet with a broken heart*I scream:"Red Alert! Red Alert!"I say:"We've got a Code:Freak! Code:Freak!"*Turn away,Don't look at my eyesYou'll go to heavenAs I dieThese shackles, they bound meUntil an angel had found meBut when I sleep*I still scream:"Red Alert! Red Alert!"I say:"We've got a Code:Freak! Code:Freak!"Let me hide in my shadows,I still creep!Let my wound bleed,It's so deep!'Cause we've got aCode:Freak!