Three seconds, that's all,
That's how long before another one will fall.
The ticking of the clock,
The clicking of fingers.
1, 2, and 3. There one goes.
And yet another, that wont grow.
Passed into the darkness,
Beyond this life.
Those who can stop it,
Won't reach into their pocket,
Caught in the dream,
Of a material place.
And so it goes on,
And another is gone,
But who will know here?
Who will care?
We see them fail,
We see the trial,
That we have never known,
Fiction of the mind and nothing more.
We cannot imagine or see,
How hard it is, and must be.
To live with want,
Of things we need.
The simple need of simple t
We have lost the will to live,
There is no more for us to give.
As time ticks by,
Our souls will die,
Hidden from a murky sky.
The bells dictate monotony,
Until the last one sets us free.
But it's a lie,
Our souls will die,
And we have lost the will to try.
Every day merges as one,
The lifes light in our eyes has gone.
We only sigh,
As our souls die.
Our hearts are cold, our blood is dry.
Reach outside the shrinking cage,
Join the revolution age,
And they will cry,
As their souls die.
But we have let our spirits fly!
Save me from this world, o'father.
Save me from this sin.
I know I've got to do something,
But where do I begin?
I'm chilled and filled with sadness,
and its seeping in my mind.
O'how did I turn from you
to become so unkind?
There's no way on this planet
that I could carry on,
If the kindness that you've shown me,
and your tender love was gone.
Don't turn away from me o'father,
Give me your embrace.
I'm scared of what is out there
and what's written on my face.
I need to feel your touch o'father,
Showing me I'm safe.
I pray to you for pity,
As I'm trapped inside my cage.
I feel your love surround me father,
I am not alone
This is your life,
So live it while you can.
Don't leave things till tomorrow,
Cos today wont come again.
Arn't you afraid
Of what there is to come?
There isn't much time on this earth
until our lives are done.
And maybe when you're sleeping,
your dreams will fly to you.
So make time to fulfill them,
or you'll never see them through.
Just don't forget I love you,
And I'll help you if I can.
It's not to share in glory,
But to see you smile again.
Ok, so I'm tired, I've had a long day and I'm walking home from school alone. I get to the crossroads alone and thats usually ok, unless I walk out infront of a car. All my friends I walk home with have grabbed me back at least once to stop me getting mowed down there. Why? I'm generally ok, sometimes skittish crossing roads, but generally ok. Maybe its because I'm shortsighted and hate wearing my glasses, or when I do wear them, like today, I have a smaller field of vision.
Anyway, I look around glumly and see no cars coming from anywhere and walk into the road, and oops, I missed one and there it is in the corner of my eye. Before I realis
Magnus Pomous was an impulsive sort of man, and everything he started he
needed to finish. There where no half finished projects from his childhood, oh no.
Every wooden boat was painted to perfection, every painting stippled to submission.
If he didn't achieve top marks through school he insisted that he must take the test
again until he came out top.
When he was 15 his parents sent him to a psychiatrist who suggested that
Magnus Pompous had a 'fear of failure'. Magnus was so outraged that he insisted
he swapped places with the doctor and quizzed him about his childhood until the
man was in tears and revealing his deepest
Je ne voudrais pas apprendre mon français,
C'est ennuyeux et difficile.
Je aurait préfère jouer avec mes animaux,
Autrement ma désire est sommeil.
Oui, simplement sommeil.
C'est parce que je suis très fatigue,
Et je ne peux pas tracasser.
Current Residence: Wigan Favourite genre of music: Rock Favourite photographer: David - (sunseeker) Favourite cartoon character: Snake - Simpsons Personal Quote: If in doubt, kick on!
check out some ace comedy from:
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=GaryMorrisroe+&search_type=
particularly:
*Truth Prism (slaughterhouse live)
*make parody history
*Duncans Den
If you like this kind of humour then... you will like it ^^
ANYWAY, at uni. not been on here much. Dont expect this to be read but if you do take a peek at slaughterhouse and i will be happy. =)
I have been squiring in the jousting show ^^
Had to do the sound unexpectably last week but managed it ok...still dont want to do it often though.
And who knows, after the other half of the company come back from warwick (and people and horses are pleantiful) i'll probably be demoted to groom again. But at least I'll have a horse to ride =)
And I've been lunging the new horse, Pii (Pioneer) who, despite being pretty big, is a love ^^ and if he lunges for me and listens like he does, he must be a good horse.
So will try and get some somewhat artistic pictures for on here, of superknight and Pii and stuff.
AND finally, check out some ace c