Lightning Strikes
Dont be ashamed when it all doesnt go your way,
The world is just a house of pain and your there,
Lightning strikes air and you make your stand,
Dont stick around for my downfall,
All I ever wanted to see was you make it through,
Lightning strikes me down when your not around,
Dont leave me now,
Im so misunderstood but you just seem to get me,
Dont leave me now,
Lightning strikes but your still here,
And im all right,
Lightning strikes with fear but since your here,
Im all right cause you pick me up when im down,
The world crumbles when you make your stand,
And now your gone but I still think of you,
Now im all alone and lightning strikes me down,
But I get up cause I know your still somewhere,
And everyday I move on with you in my heart,
You may have left me but but you got me by the horns,
I cant get away because you trapped me,
With your little golden locket.
Depression=Happiness
Depression is just another word 4 happiness.
depression is just another word for happiness. They say that they are different but its just a lie to give you drugs. Both people alike have glazed eyes and the same twisted smile that sits upon the cold face. A distant stare out in space as the restless children are slowly becoming insomniacs. So depression is just another word for happiness hidden behind faded lines and a bundle of lies.
Techno age?
The sun cries for attention as the world is trapped in its glory. Technology has filled the world and left a trail of destruction. Far in space the world is just a glitter that lacks all life. Earth is no longer round and lost all of its beauty. Sorrowful is The earth as all possible life is lost. The sun burns out and explodes but the world just moves along. The tinkering of machinery is what is left. One by one all is destroyed and plants fill with a black haze. The life is just a word that nothing is appreciated again. And destruction is only a mission.
Apocalyptic summon
Black and white in the horror shows was just the beginning to the end of our world. The lighting stuck the polar hell and the sky turned grey. It began to sway back and forth as it fell toward the ground. Earth was like a jewel in the middle of a crown that would be broken, then lost among the thorns an ocean spray. Wind began to lay land that began to cry at the hand of death that lay upon its grips, into the hips of the apocalypse.
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