Dust

Le Rack

What goes on behind closed doors is no ones business but the walls
The flies, the insects that breed, that dare to feed upon your flesh
Making a home, building a nest, under the skin and deeper within.
Plagiarist tales, and beautiful lies, the how’s and the why’s
Life is for the dead mans eye’s as death is for the hatchling child
And life began and ended whilst we looked the other way.
A constant flow of stop and go, condensed to the last
No time to stop to reflect upon a mixed up past…
Stop. With a halt glass ornaments crash and shatter.
Almighty wounds, existence torn asunder
Blood rushing through, every moment sweet pangs collide
Salt washing down, leaving scars on a windswept canvas.
Memories flood the gates of the mind, ridden with fear
Stars explode at the thought of it all, more cogs grind
Truth pools in, at once it’s realised, there is no dark
There is no light, there is no hope there is no fear
And all in all we are just dust.
Mingled particles of dust.

Dylan_James

ohhh your dark. Reminds me of the Royal Tenenbaums:

"did you wrote a suicide note?"
"yeah did you not find it?"
"Errr no. Was it dark?"
"Of course it was dark, it was a suicide note."

Le Rack

yeah my favourite colour is black, black like my soul. :rolleyes:
nah, what I write may come out "dark" at times but I is a happy bunny.

Anything other to say than that though?

MY fave colour is not black btw.

trilo

Ya dark 'n creepy and goddamn painful in your descriptions for example...


With a halt glass ornaments crash and shatter.
Almighty wounds, existence torn asunder
Blood rushing through, every moment sweet pangs collide
Salt washing down, leaving scars on a windswept canvas.