Epicaracacy

The sun hung low over this hell The screams and growls of the beasts lusting for meat And oh the yells... so human and so frantic yells And the nights silence, as the owner of the screams sit down to eat Drinking blood by the gallon, and munching muscle by the mouthful The sun hung low over this nightmare The nightmare that wakes me up at every drop of a pin Waking up and walking around, scanning the area in fear Of turning around and seeing those glistening eyes and that hungry grin. They scour day and night just to get a taste of our meat The moon sits high in this cursed land The curse that coats the creatures in darkness So they can sne

So many to choose from Why can't i just choose one So many, so many options And theres a few that i can trust Light the match, watch it burn Watch how long your heart will yearn The flames shut down The fire goes out for ever (well at least for a little while) So many fish in the sea Why are there so many calling? Why am i not listening? Why does the heart yearn For those you can't have Why does the heart yearn For those i can't have Light the match, watch it burn Watch how long your heart will yearn The flames shut down The fire goes out for ever (well at least for a little while) Fight fire with fire Watch the flames

My lungs are pushed in and out for others amusement My notes may become out of tune And my use is now little to none Patterns may line my skin And i accompany drunken old men who think they can sing I do not chime and i do not ring My lungs are filled and then air is pushed free Perhaps sometimes too violently A shudder a shake and silence once again My lungs and my voice are one in the same Im stretched and I'm flattened I hold many keys, though my ancestors are fitted with buttons

Friends beside you holding the line Enemies in front scowling in pride Your watching Waiting for them to falter Because then tides will turn The table will alter Friends beside you holding the line You missed your chance your out of time One was shot in the head,1,2,3, dead Another was blown into a shed He also was,dead,dead,dead No friends now you're out of time You're all alone in this war You hide carefully Behind an old wooden door You feel coldness and look at your stomach Who knew wood could do so much damage The door was gone, all through you You have lost your life, but gained your friends too Friends were beside you holding the

Collatoral Damage Gunner "We'll pick you up in five minutes" "Get him and go!" Gunner yelled over the radio."Pilot turn this junk around we gotta get to the GenWep building and pick up Team Delta. "Yeh, but stop calling it a piece of junk!" the pilot yelled over the loud noise of the propellers and turned the carrier narrowly missing a skyscraper. Gunner, my real name is John Smith. Well thats my alias anyway. I only joined the army a year ago and have only been on three missions. I donno' how but i somehow managed to avoid the army barbers and get to keep my long hair spiked up with gel. "Fuck! Hey, twinkle toes watch out!", I yelled a

Pometree I watched the streets line with terror The torment of the world through the open window I look out for the litter Watching streets fill with widows The gunfire richochets from walls The doors stay closed Fear is all we seem to know Shikunen This world it seems is so different Where is the hardships? The leaders are so, magnificent Does no horror pass through those lips? That magic passes through so freely Do your fingertips hold some hidden evil? Of course not It seems so unfair That your world is so pretty That nothing dares To disrupt the peace or pummel a city Draconis The odourous swamp reaches out for miles

5 years later that boy was in Canada, a war had started over the land between the UK (which now includes America and Japan) and China. The mans name is Andrew but his nickname is "Werewolf" because of his unnatural vigor in the full moon, and because of a twisted grin that looks like he is hungry for blood. "Squads five, four and seven, your being deployed to the warzone. "Finally" a man said picking up an m16 carbine and aiming down the sights as the helicopter slowed. "Calm down Zach" Andrew said as they saw the green light and the door opened. "Ahhh this place is as cold as hell" Said an Australian who went by the name 'Croc' only to show

They came from a wasteland slow and lumbering. No, rolling. Like the waves. With... the waves. A shadow against mountains against fog. A nightmare framed with lightning it pressed on. We sat on the edge of the cliff, curious, oblivious, a hint of madness. It was a planet and we were ants, it was the moon and we, the sea, we couldn't see, over blind curiosity. Caught in the landslide we could only hold on, Waiting till the low rumble of disaster left us. Their bodies echoed thin silk,the ripples of their clothing visible if for a second (was that clothing?) We saw horrors in the sheets covering these beasts, screaming faces or monsters pr

Madness… What a debilitating disease. Blurred realities and too many close shaves with other worldly beings. Madness is a dark shapeless, transparent creature but the images he plugs into your brain are too solid too be from your head aren’t they? … It’s all in your head. … It’s in your head. … Let it out before it sucks you dry.