Submissions by Public_Enemy

Love' , an extraodinary word with primary emotion . One that doesn't last nor get lost, complacent all remain under the power of the four lettered word, and tender hearts shatter when it's spoken by a pretender .

The effect it has, so great so huge ! The power it has so might and bright, the word of slaves that digs their graves . Even brutes sink deep in its roots .

Rosy kisses it contains, blossomy gestures it rotates . It does not want one to keep it in, and if it's gone feel free to weep . Only the brave face it true, only knaves pass it through .

Nations bind...

The march of fright brings  forth discontent . Old friend of mine where be your pride ? So weak, so idle you're pathetic . So smart, so bright yet you've become synthetic .

Delusions, illusions consuming  your world of the dead ! Tell me now how come you're nude ? A bunch of skeletons is what's left of you . The marrow in your skull still disgusts my sight .

The march of fright has brought about discontent, explain to me why am I digging your grave . Illusions, delusions all over my head . How can I hate you when you're far from my bed ? Insane-sanity has become my world ....

A man I've heard whispered that he never cared, with no remorse he took no course . What torment stands on shoulders of beasts ? What torment stands on bereaved hands ? Through the Amber roads his eyes swore and saw, a dying race without a trace .

His anger so subtle and laugh so meek. He never cared and that was true, his end so near that was his due . Come here he said but never spoke, they heard these words but never woke . He carried a gloomy countanance in the presence of absence . What man was he ? A ghost in my fore, or just a man I've seen before ? Indeed he was ! But who...

Crawling into archaic gores, skies open sores . The oasis of broken tokens reminds us of  what has desserted the world . Hear the cries of infants, hear  their shouts, hear their rage in wombs ! Be ends nearing eyes of new breeds ? Or be good replaced with bad deeds ?    

Even the sun has lost its shine . Earth is in the days of the nocturn, no way is to return; like cats silently  sneaking towards what they crave we let our toes  sniff the way and lead our feet with no vision of what is ahead !

Alter awaits a dawn of demise . Indistinct sombres roam the broad road...