Amanda


Vocalizing Heaven~Faint drops of sweat fall from his face, Upon the stage with bright florescent light. ~Gigantic crowds vibrate the floor, Shaking their fists with all their might.Vocalizing Heaven
~Booming beats blast the stage, The guitars spilling out shrieking notes. ~As he claps his hands above his head, Vocalizing his musical anecdote.
~Dancing bodies coat the floor, With that sweet tone that never fails. ~His hair flies through the air, a head bangers serenade, Down the walk we go to Rock, all with Nine Inch Nails.


Bloody Sea's of CourageI climb over the mountain and look to the sea, I stand looking at the monster I never thought I'd be. It snarls and roars underneath that bloody sea, Making me surrender to this monster who is me.Bloody Sea's of Courage
Sliding down upon the rocks to that crimson sea, That crimson sea created by the wounds that pain and bleed. These waves project just what I see, A shimmer of the candy heart I used to love and be.
As if by certain shock or stance I let my anger seep, Angry at the monster I shouldn't have to be. I shake a fist up to the sky, Take a breath and wonder why.
Why


Wishing For HopeI wish for hope on rainy days. You know those eve's when the sky bleeds black. You beggin to feel that you charisma's a waste, Seeping from your pores in a timeless stack. You step outside and get soaked by the rain,Wishing For Hope
Drenched with the tears you'll never cry. You fall to the mud, cursing in vain, Your painful quest in wondering why. Your lost hope equates to the colors masked by the black, Thinkig that bleak territory will never cease. Until that relinquished day when you steal back that stack, Live the colors, And feel the peace.


Demons That Die In Battle"Woman cannot fight in battle, Thier calves are of the royal cattle." "I will not lead a wench to battle yield, No loyal blood of hers spread across the battle field."Demons That Die In Battle
"You will take her and smile wide, And to my laws you will abide." "And while you smiling, remember true, That so-called wench fights better than you."
I sat and pondered for some time, I dont think Ive ever heard him whine. If he actually had the wielding chance, I think he'd rather take a lance.
"My dear sir, do not pout, Although my chest is bigger that the one you've puffed ou
I love you, my little panda.
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Wake up each day as if it were on purpose.
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Wake up each day as if it were on purpose.
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Wake up each day as if it were on purpose.
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Wake up each day as if it were on purpose.
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My WebSite
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What will be will be,
How it happens stays.
No matter how many tears we cry,
The memories will always play
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