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Too LateIt’s too late The world is falling down We let it fall apart Now we’re all going to drownToo Late
Standing in the ruble Ready for the fall This burning fire Will consume us all
We’re too late To salvage our petty lives Damned by our selfishness In time, everything must die
Lost in our own emptiness Swept under by the rushing tide These are our final moments I bid thee goodbye
by ~A-Breath-of-Sound
TimeListen with your ears, See with your eyes, Pay close attention, Heed these words!Time
Time stretches out before us As a wheel in constant motion Ever turning, ever moving Endless in its passing
Stir restiveness into your heart Bring urgency into your being Seek out all existing for you to find Spend this time wisely, I beg of thee
Do not leave such time to waste The price to pay is far too great Throw disquiet to the winds To fly freely with your soul
Let loose your worries Save those of lost time Hold them close
by ~A-Breath-of-Sound
Mea CulpaSorrow invades my heart Remorse for these sins Misery I have brought I pray your forgivenessMea Culpa
Do not doubt yourself Fault lies only in me You have not wronged If only you could see
Desperate is my soul In want of the unknown My life is found lacking Of what I do not know
Striving to be free Wishing for fresh air Suffocating in this place Searching for release
My love is genuine Our happiness is true But perhaps not for us Not all is meant to be
Do not mourn for me Your loss is not true
by ~A-Breath-of-Sound
Stormy NightShe stood in a small patch of lush grass amidst a few sparse trees and surrounded by buildings each full of numerous individuals, but she may as well have been utterly alone in an endless field – such was her feeling of contented solitude. A gentle wind rustled through the leaves of the foliage around her, making its way across the silky grass to grace her with a soothing embrace. She closed her eyes to better feel the refreshing breeze against her skin, caressing her hair. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool night air tinted with the scent of rain and rinsing away her troubles – if only for a brief moment. ThundStormy Night
by ~A-Breath-of-Sound
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- Current Residence: A world of insanity
- Interests: Writing, Photography, Art
- Favourite game: Life and Love
- Personal Quote: There are no quotes for life, only appealing expressions to present artificial guidance
- Tools of the Trade: Inspiration, passion, words of expression, imagination, and the means to capture an image
- AIM: Leo8901
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