I dunno quite what to call this, but it's a joint thing between me, and my friend Tealcat01. I'll color his parts Indigo, and mine Dark Blue.
We are what we are... And we are destruction itself. Therefore, creation is lost upon the folds of time... Later to be destroyed by he we call man... Man is nothin' more but a murderer. We kill ourselves, we kill one another, we kill the earth... And we kill our species. Life will cease to exist, and all regret will be gone. Nothin' but unfulfilled wishes shall be left... And the shadows of once was the creature we call man. Roaming forever on the earth lost in nothingness... Never to be what we once were... But something dark and hollow... Acting in perpetual continuance of his own actions. Shattering, tearing, ripping forth upon the skin of his kin. Destroying even nothingness, is man's desire. Falling into Oblivion stops nothing. For as long as we are here, we shall continue destroying until the entire universe is nothing but the empty vacuum of space it's supposed to be. Then and only then shall they turn their blind eyes to the stars, as the demon's smile presses his lips. But the stars can no longer guide us. We have doomed ourselves to fall forever... The demon shall watch us, as we try to find the stars aimlessly... Reaching out with clawed hands up towards the sky in an endless attempt to grip what they once thought to be hope. It all crashes down around them. Becoming nothing but a forgotten dream. The demon has consumed all the hopes and dreams of man and crushed them beneath his almighty power. Man has nothing to fight for... Now then, we look forth in to the concept we once called love... Is it that burning passion we feel against our skin or just another failed attempt at finding inner peace in order to satiate the burning lust to break and destroy...? Love and Lust all bind into one. We tear our hearts apart to try and find the one that we need. But even our heart's desire cannot stop us.. So then we continue on trying to fill the void we have tore into our souls. Drugs, money, sex and other material items can never fill that hole. For it only continues to tear us more as we greedily stockpile it within. Not only have we killed the world around us... We have killed our own insides... Leaving them to be twisted, mangled and raw. Ever bleeding onto the floor even as we try to tape, mend and further heal ourselves. We shall always reach for the cross of light... But we will always be held back by the devil within ourselves. Lest we continue to grasp as our fingers burn... Shall we rest? Shall we call upon ones thought to be friends? Will they help? Or will they turn their selfish eyes to the light and take it themselves? We must shine brighter before the darkness blinds our actions... And trim our wings as we transcend to the heavens above...
By Tealcat01 and x_AncientCreator_x
We are what we are... And we are destruction itself. Therefore, creation is lost upon the folds of time... Later to be destroyed by he we call man... Man is nothin' more but a murderer. We kill ourselves, we kill one another, we kill the earth... And we kill our species. Life will cease to exist, and all regret will be gone. Nothin' but unfulfilled wishes shall be left... And the shadows of once was the creature we call man. Roaming forever on the earth lost in nothingness... Never to be what we once were... But something dark and hollow... Acting in perpetual continuance of his own actions. Shattering, tearing, ripping forth upon the skin of his kin. Destroying even nothingness, is man's desire. Falling into Oblivion stops nothing. For as long as we are here, we shall continue destroying until the entire universe is nothing but the empty vacuum of space it's supposed to be. Then and only then shall they turn their blind eyes to the stars, as the demon's smile presses his lips. But the stars can no longer guide us. We have doomed ourselves to fall forever... The demon shall watch us, as we try to find the stars aimlessly... Reaching out with clawed hands up towards the sky in an endless attempt to grip what they once thought to be hope. It all crashes down around them. Becoming nothing but a forgotten dream. The demon has consumed all the hopes and dreams of man and crushed them beneath his almighty power. Man has nothing to fight for... Now then, we look forth in to the concept we once called love... Is it that burning passion we feel against our skin or just another failed attempt at finding inner peace in order to satiate the burning lust to break and destroy...? Love and Lust all bind into one. We tear our hearts apart to try and find the one that we need. But even our heart's desire cannot stop us.. So then we continue on trying to fill the void we have tore into our souls. Drugs, money, sex and other material items can never fill that hole. For it only continues to tear us more as we greedily stockpile it within. Not only have we killed the world around us... We have killed our own insides... Leaving them to be twisted, mangled and raw. Ever bleeding onto the floor even as we try to tape, mend and further heal ourselves. We shall always reach for the cross of light... But we will always be held back by the devil within ourselves. Lest we continue to grasp as our fingers burn... Shall we rest? Shall we call upon ones thought to be friends? Will they help? Or will they turn their selfish eyes to the light and take it themselves? We must shine brighter before the darkness blinds our actions... And trim our wings as we transcend to the heavens above...
By Tealcat01 and x_AncientCreator_x
