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Mediocracy Bow down,don't look at broken dreamsMediocracy by ~Demonofafall
Feel not,the haze of lifeless streams
Head down,you're hanging on the cross
Your light,is leaving you to rot
An open cradle
A rotten fable
There,there.
Do not beg for mercy.
You rule
by mediocracy.
Feel not,deny yourself again
Heal not,blame the other end
Bow down,your knees against the floor
You shall,realize how dim you are
Walking the line Wishing away insightful woundsWalking the line by ~Demonofafall
born within me.
Words and worlds inbound
were boiled to feed me.
A thousand miles to get there
A thousand years bound toghether
Tearing away at sound
all around me.
Screams and seems aloud
as all that lives in me.
A thousand years to get there
A thousand miles bound toghether.
A thousand lies to lie me there
A thousand tries to live forever
Stellar change Deserted expectations,Stellar change by ~Demonofafall
your life of hell.
Desperate sensations,
your angst of self.
Distorted illusions,
you bid farewell.
I made,i fed,
the life you sell.
This flowing blood
is just a bit
Of all the pain
that i see fit.
Behold!
I cast you into blackness.
The old
Shall be made new.
Seasons and nations
abide to fall.
Liaisons and false sons
thrive in thrall.
You gave me visions
of the greatest hall,
and now i burn you
for us all.
Your ending life
is just a gift
for all of us
sent adrift.
Behold!
I cast you into blackness.
The old
Shall be made new.
The time to leave
the hall has come.
Try to conceive
you call
),i'm counting the days 'till my vacations come.Some time to create and please myself.Meanwhile,the greatest of the greatest are back.Opeth are out and about and the new stuff is awestriking,to say the least."The Lotus Eater" is nothing less than astonashing.3rd or 5th June,or whatever,and there i am,waiting at the gates to buy "Watershed",craving for what i'm sure to get:more of what has been done,and things never seen before.Just like those blastbeats with clean vocals...
Bemused 
Thats how I feel about my attempt to write...I know I have the ideas and inspiration...but the words won't come out. Okay, my sneezing simile was a lame and retarded attempt to get you to smile, I must confess 
Forgive me. I hope I can crack a better joke next time. ...sometimes i don't quite know:inspiration follows a need to cry,a need to come to terms,a need to...do something,rather than just roaming mindlessly through the places and non-places in which my life takes place.And my boat journeys through the tejo river are the best for it:quiet and lonely,smeered and squeezed into some corner of the boat for about 20 minutes...about enough time for at least half a poem,which means a whole poem on the next ride.But this happens in seasons.I wish i could write equaly everyday,but then again it's good that i don't.It means i'm balanced,but not monotonous...you are forgiven,m'am
Sta.sh
