Play Along To The Sound Of My Heart

That desire that goes deeper than a fire. But it seems to be a ceasefire of a non-existing war.

Gremlins In A Graveyard

Gremlins in a graveyard, waiting for their vizard to disappear in to the night and playing it up like it is their farmyard of joy.

Mercy will always be what I need it to be.

Life goes on even when a strife happens to past friends that tend to have pity.

I keep to myself, letting the sorrow fill me to the brink as I start to sink in my own mind.

Welcome to the nest, a place where we are blessed and not to be stressed.

Children covered in rags, screaming in enjoyment as the feast begins.

Sludge is unpredictable while people around hold such a grudge of the ages.

Open your mind to those who seem to be going with the wind of pain.

The mushroom kingdom rises, to exhume the remains of those who had fallen into the ground and the daily inhume that had to happen to resume life.