I don't think my life is nearly interesting enough for someone to read about so i think i'll post a poem intstead.
This particular one I wrote as lyrics for a band i used to be in. The drummer wanted dark lyrics and he told me the song's name was "Shades of Light". So i ended up making these incredibly complex verses with themes of heaven and hell and angels and guilt and evil and all these feelings and sentiments whew, it's the only poem i ever wrote where i felt nothing needed to be changed. now i gotta get to a drunken guitar hero party before my friends get pissed, enjoy!
The light shall show your neglect
and burn while you reflect
on the shade hiding your shame
and the helpless souls you maim
in the hellfire, melting their bones
adhere to their tortured moans
listen and the guilt shall grow
into demons that consume you whole
the dark shall bury your sanity
masking false serenity
while the dead yell and mourn
muffled under angels horns
unheard in mortal land
and ignored among the flaming sand
with all the virtues we merely admire
another voice joins the eerie choir
...and then there's a wailing guitar solo mimicking a choir so on and so forth...
This particular one I wrote as lyrics for a band i used to be in. The drummer wanted dark lyrics and he told me the song's name was "Shades of Light". So i ended up making these incredibly complex verses with themes of heaven and hell and angels and guilt and evil and all these feelings and sentiments whew, it's the only poem i ever wrote where i felt nothing needed to be changed. now i gotta get to a drunken guitar hero party before my friends get pissed, enjoy!
The light shall show your neglect
and burn while you reflect
on the shade hiding your shame
and the helpless souls you maim
in the hellfire, melting their bones
adhere to their tortured moans
listen and the guilt shall grow
into demons that consume you whole
the dark shall bury your sanity
masking false serenity
while the dead yell and mourn
muffled under angels horns
unheard in mortal land
and ignored among the flaming sand
with all the virtues we merely admire
another voice joins the eerie choir
...and then there's a wailing guitar solo mimicking a choir so on and so forth...
no words