T O M B S T O N EWhy are you running away so blindly?My heart is under arrest againIt doesn't matter what I have to say to youCome back go gain somethingIt's like the red sea full of bloodNo one knows how much I taste fearEveryday when I think about youI'm tired of being sincereI don't want to feelI don't want to lieEveryday feels like I'm going to fallAs I tryI hit the groundI hit the wallI guess it's nothing after allI'm no foolI'm getting tired of loosing timeI'm no foolWhat was once yours is now mineI'm no foolI run aroundBut no one can ever hear any soundMy heartbeat is buried in the groundNo one tried to war
IM OR TA LImmortal Jack is a killer, no wait a murderer. That is what they say about me and I'm happy to say that it's true. Murderer, killer, whatever! I am ever so proud of it. Seeing the sight of blood makes my veins jump with joy. But the cops have taken it away from me and now I'm locked up here in this cell. I have been wrongly accused, I am not the one that actually killed him. He simply killed himself, that is what I told the judge. Then he sent me here, oh how I hated him! The reason why I planned and conquered wasn't for revenge, oh no it was something else. Robert Thomas of 16 now in the bone yard by his own hand. He deserved it, the backs
C A N D L E in the D A R KIt was an ordinary candle crying of wax as the flames made it bleed. I looked over at my clock and it was past twelve but I just kept staring right up at the flame. I had a temptation to ouch the flame to see if it would actually burn my skin. But I guess in the end I was too chicken. I got upset because I knew I couldn't control the power of that element. So slugging down the stair case and into the kitchen I started cooking up some Chinese left overs. I still had the thought of reaching at the stove and putting my hand on it. Until I felt a sting and a burning sensation in my fingers. "OWCH!" I shouted and I realized that I wasn't touch
U N D E R G R O U N D As the damp soil hit my feet and t-shirt as I was being dragged like a hunters kill, I wondered where I was going since I was blind folded. Some sunlight came through the darkness of the blindfold that trapped my eyes. But still, I couldn't tell exactly where I was at, only the damp soil and the smell of sap from the oak trees is what I could see in my mind. We arrived finally and they took the blindfold off my eyes. It was dark but I could see shadows. Shadows which clouded my thoughts. I realized I was someplace underground. The dripping water shined like a new sword as clear as crystals. I made one blink and that was it. Hours came, a
:A Legacy: Maybe I should have thought twice. Bright day in my world except for the fact that today I would have to go to a funeral. They make me feel depressed and lost like a stray dog seeking home. It was my aunts funeral, and I remembered the night before she passed on. She was in her thirties or so, to young to leave. I remember the tattoo she had on her hand which was a ninja with a scorpion twirling around like poison around the warrior. I didn't like the tattoo on her hand, and I told her as much. Maybe I should have kept my lips sealed with glue because I got her upset. Maybe that's the reason why she died. Her life was in my hands like a