Strike Not Me Down- by: unknown forgotten


Lay back the sword!
That will soon strike my flesh
And let me once again
Conjure my way out of this mess

Before you take my life
Or draw my blood
I only ask one thing
That I tell you my story first

Since the lady’s first cry
A distant cry of help
From the dragons lair
She did yelp

I mounted my horse
Armor and sword
And rode through the night
With speed abundant
Until my horse could no more

After my exhausted steed breathed its last
I marched through forests and swamps
Haunted and thick
Many hindrances appeared
But I pushed on and prevailed

I reached the fire demons lair
On the seventh hour of the fifth night
The sun was falling o'er the hills
I could sense the danger about

I ran into the depths of the cave
But nay did I find
The beloved lady
Anywhere to be found

I searched for hours
With frantic speed
Until the last crevice unsearched
Brought me to my knees

I caught a glimpse of golden hair in my eye
And as I drew near I walked in blood
The lady had been slain
For not but minutes before
Her body was still warm

And here I am
Returning the beautiful lady
And you with your sword drawn
Ready to strike me down

Believe me, Master
For my story is true
I am only a servant for you the King
The truth is by the time I reached her
She had already been slain

These Are One More. _ by: unknown forgotten

The mouth that came out of the ground
Reached with its tongue and teeth
To pull the man down
And the furnace that powers the tongue
Was run by burning coal
Shoveled by a subterranean servant

Further down beneath the hole in the ground
Was a vat of acid
Not far away Satan sits on his thrown and laughs
As he spears his only follower
The smoke that the furnace pours
Flows into the sky
Here the lonely ones come to warm there hands

And a winged man stands and observes the mouth
And a boy stands with a gun at the wings back
Somewhere between the mouth and smoke
Stands a soul burning from head to toe

Mare Vitalis- by: unknown forgotten

From the bottom
Sand to the water
Undertow to the break
I rode out my days

From the middle
Fish and sea serpents
Seaweed to sunlight rays
I lowered my hopes

From the top
Foam to waves
Breathe to suffocation
I forever left this place

Its snowing about 10 miles away from my house.

Ahhhh. The weekend. Finally. Ive been waiting for so long.

Wow, this site has become quite dark. Kind of depressing if one didn't know any better.

Or not. I think its funny. In a very disturbing sort of way. yeah, er... damn.

It sounded of rusted metal from an old iron ship.

I am caught within the restraints of my own reality. I live only in the first-hand, at the very moment.Everything I experience is only perceivable to me and no one else. For I live in a world with no one else, thus no one can relate. How do I defy this matter? How do I break the invisible walls and expose my own to the rest of the world. To do such a thing would be an overload of information. And it would only allow for me to be there, but stuck in my own context in a strange and foreign environment. I am dying in a crowded room.

today felt only an hour long. How can it be so late already?

I need more rock and roll.










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A Horrible Thing_ by: unknown forgotten

At some point in the dark room that dreary night, his heart was removed, torn straight from his chest, and dipped into a bucket of crude oil. In the morning he awoke with a severe pain in his chest. He peered down to see the awful mess. Black oil and blood strewn across the room. The crude stitches coming out of his chest were made of fishing line and floss. He immediately coughed up oil, and his eyes turned all black. His mind blazed with fire, and his soul was gone. He lived for not more than three days, until he dug out the black heart from within himself. With a dagger and a box cutter, he killed himself that night. And there was his corpse, sprawled out upon the floor. His chest open, merely torn flesh. For his black heart still beating, and living off the death.


That makes me feel sick...

Right, so The Locust rocked . I almost didn't make it, I was at my internship from 4:30 to 10:00, standing the whole long and damn boring time. I hauled ass going about 60 the whole way, in 35 and 40 zones. I made it from edmonds to downtown seattle in 15 minutes. I got there about 2 minutes before they played. Then Gabe the drummer gave me a bunch of free shit cause i told him i knew his brother is san deigo. That's one good thing about knowing brandon. I helped them move their gear down the vera projects damned gigantic double long flight of steap ass stairs. And then I went home. Missed moped monday, damn....

The Locust tomorrow! It should be totally radical, I haven't seen them since san diego. There better be some hot girls there damnit.

I really wish i talked to more people i don't know. I think it would be good for me.

I really hate it when I think of something really good, then forget it by the time I get to the computer. It just happened twice in the last two minutes.

And I was just out back and the oil heater made these loud dripping sounds and scared the shit out of me for a second. Like stalagmites in a deep cave dripping water into an underground lake, echoing for several moments after.

I wish i didn't hide myself so much

I wish I knew many people I've never yet met....

And then I go to sleep.