Chapter 9 - Hands Controling my Heart beat
Submitted August 30, 2006 Updated September 23, 2006 Status Incomplete | Chapter Black is the book in which I store all of my work. Whether it be poems, stories or anything. One could think of it as my own personal bible. I hope to gain followers for those who understand my message.
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Chapter 9 - Hands Controling my Heart beat
Chapter 9 - Hands Controling my Heart beat
Laying in my tomb, connections surround and inject my body.
Keeping me alive, my soul disgraced and in shame wishes to die...
People surround me, trying, trying to keep me going, as they wreck whats left, to no avail...
Shaking frantically, I turn to watch, my line on a race of time...To them life was my crime...
Gasping and craving my body longs for the darkness in everyone...
Pushing me away, shoving me down from grasping hope...
Every last evil, every last hateful action, like a flash, an instant then its done
History is always on a rampage of repetition, humanity in a civil war.
Hands of cowards hiding behind thrones decide when we shall fall...
Hiding behind others, secretly running how fast the pace will be...
Coordinating where the line goes, where it stops only time knows..
Deciding when to raise the pulse, deciding our minds are ghosts!
No longer knowing when to stop the beat, in the midst of war I see their hands seem to be controlling my heartbeat..
Behind the lines, playing us like a chess game, knocking us off one by one with each move they make.
Crawling through the rubble and the broken glass, feeling their grasp....
Gun smoke filling my lungs as their hands fall heavy upon me.
Racing across the sands, fighting for another's freedom..
Keeping me alive, my soul disgraced and in shame wishes to die...
People surround me, trying, trying to keep me going, as they wreck whats left, to no avail...
Shaking frantically, I turn to watch, my line on a race of time...To them life was my crime...
Gasping and craving my body longs for the darkness in everyone...
Pushing me away, shoving me down from grasping hope...
Every last evil, every last hateful action, like a flash, an instant then its done
History is always on a rampage of repetition, humanity in a civil war.
Hands of cowards hiding behind thrones decide when we shall fall...
Hiding behind others, secretly running how fast the pace will be...
Coordinating where the line goes, where it stops only time knows..
Deciding when to raise the pulse, deciding our minds are ghosts!
No longer knowing when to stop the beat, in the midst of war I see their hands seem to be controlling my heartbeat..
Behind the lines, playing us like a chess game, knocking us off one by one with each move they make.
Crawling through the rubble and the broken glass, feeling their grasp....
Gun smoke filling my lungs as their hands fall heavy upon me.
Racing across the sands, fighting for another's freedom..
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Kokolo on September 23, 2006, 12:04:25 PM
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ZeGreatDragula on September 23, 2006, 11:59:56 AM
Ring the rebel bells! This was the start of many. I wrote this sometime last year Im not 100% sure when but it was the start. Its not brand new but man is it good!
A little dark, but not a bad start ^_^