Awoly

Every night, I lay down my head, Ready to try and get some rest. But I close my eyes, And what I see, Is the most beautiful thing, More beautiful then I could ever dream. So I slowly drift off to sleep, Lost in this dream of ecstasy. Then come morning, I open my eyes, Sad to leave that dream behind... But soon I will have that from my dream, To hold in my arms in reality. So here I sit, Lost in the dream, Thinking only about you and me...

As I sit here and I think, Looking back on my old dreams. Once you were the only thing, That was a part of every scene. Now looking at those dreams, I realize now how I let them sink. So I finally let go and say goodbye, And send them off with a drink. Never again to hold your heart, All because I left it all in the dark. So now I sit here and I think, I'll just have one last drink.

Can you keep a secret? It is a secret I often try to hide. I always see the same face, When ever I close my eyes. I have tried to say what it is, That goes threw my mind at night. But truth be told is that when ever I try, I feel even more the pain inside. Can you keep a secret? It is a secret that pains me inside. All I see is distance, When ever I look in her eyes. I have tried to figure out, When it was that it happened. But truth be told is that as hard as I try, I just can't seem to find out why. Can you keep a secret? It is a secret I am sick of hiding. Even though I feel that no one believes me, I care for her more then I can hide.

How do you choose, when there are so many paths in front of you?  A path that is possibly leading to an end, and could be the only chance for it to do so, even though you would like to keep it from happening.  A path that leads towards possibly making someone happy, but not sure if it is really a good path to head down.  And a path that leads to an unknown place, but still looks curiously inviting, all though quite possibly closed at the farther parts. Some can be walked at the same time, others can not be shared, and some shouldn’t be, but possibly may. So many different paths, with only a few listed here. What does one do? How does one

Born of the Night, With power unchecked. by the passing of the moon, His knowledge grows. Strength stolen by blood, Many know his touch. Destroyed by pure rage, Then saved by a stranger's love. Here in lies his story, The tale of the first Vampic.

People have their own opinions of what is the hardest part of life. Here is mine: Friendship. Not the acquaintance friendship, but true friendship. The kind where you let someone in to your heart. For when you have to let them go and fly on their own or fall, a part of you seems to die, the part of you that you only shared with them, and not with anyone else. I believe this to be true, regardless of the reason. But the first time they look at you with something other than friendship, and you know that that is how they will look at you from then on, you will, if even for an instant, wish you didn't have to let them go. I believe this to be one

Look into his eyes, Bright as the pale moon. Hold his gaze, Hot as the winter nights. Who is this wanderer, Calm as an ocean before the storm? None know from where he came, Nor where he plans to go. All that is known, Is that he is after someone's soul.

Time, in essence to us, is life.  For when you have time, you have life.  As we run out of time on something, we are coming up to a deadline, or the end.  Time is up for it, and it is as it shall be.  But what about us?  Our lives?  What happens when we truly have no more time?  When we reach our deadline?  For time is not of the essence, but is the very essence of the world, of our existence here, in this place--but what about when we get beyond this world, this existence, does time still matter?  At least, as we see it, or does time cease to exist as w

As I walk down this road, This so-called road of Life, Looking all around me, Seeing only darkness of Night. Walking along the little road, Trying hard not to let go, But it is so hard holding on, When everyone is gone for so long. Yet still I walk down this road, This so-called road of life, Trying my hardest to hold on, To what little life I still own. Though I look all around me, Seeing only darkness of Night, To the left and right of this little road, Death and decay is all I know.