a sky theme
The children of their inspiration roar past. The clouds remain a slow, steady display of unmatched grandeur.
Flesh a pale, sickly-transparent yellow. Violet accents the eyes, seeping into dark purple veins visible beneath the skin. They reach out like an old tree's roots before fading into the depths. The eyes themselves are a bright, pale spring sky, but they lack the shimmer of beauty. They do not blink. The dry lips that appear almost blue have had stolen from them the soft life of breath.
(i'll understand if you just skip this next part. it's sure to be difficult to read)
The-e are no wor-s. I ca-not exp-ain -ow I -eel. - may as -el- be de-fene- a-d b-inded -n t-e same ins-ant- I sea-ch f-- new wa-s to ex-ress wh-- I ---l. I l-ok eve--wh-re. I LO-K EV-RY-HERE!-! Do I -ind a-ythin-?- I c-n-ot! I HA-E NOTH-NG-!! -o you und-rsta-d??--?-???-?? Do y-u u-der-tand??-??-?????-? -o you un-ersta-d????-?-??--? I WI-L MAK- YOU S-E!!!-!-!!!- - WI-- CR-SH IT IN-O YOU UN-IL Y-- SEE- I WIL- D- WHATE-ER IT TAKES I WILL M-KE YOU S-E I --LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL SEE YOU MAKE YOU MAKE I SEE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I W-LL M--E Y-U SEE I -ILL -AKE you ----
(it should be a song. a very heavy song with a soft beginning)
That star was the only tear allowed to fall from my angel's eyes. I see it at night from a pillow that remembers those sorrowful blessings.
How many fingers am I holding up?
You can't see through the window if it's open.
It's the safest in the world. But just in case...
Does failure fit into the Grand Scheme? Does it?
After the sticks and stones broke my bones, there was no need for words that wouldn't hurt me.
My tattoo is three arrows that form a rounded triangle. My tattoo says "Recyclable."
Don't fear the reaper. Don't shoot the messenger. Don't blame me. Don't say I didn't tell you so.
I think that this will be the end, for now. Until next time.
STOP
Flesh a pale, sickly-transparent yellow. Violet accents the eyes, seeping into dark purple veins visible beneath the skin. They reach out like an old tree's roots before fading into the depths. The eyes themselves are a bright, pale spring sky, but they lack the shimmer of beauty. They do not blink. The dry lips that appear almost blue have had stolen from them the soft life of breath.
(i'll understand if you just skip this next part. it's sure to be difficult to read)
The-e are no wor-s. I ca-not exp-ain -ow I -eel. - may as -el- be de-fene- a-d b-inded -n t-e same ins-ant- I sea-ch f-- new wa-s to ex-ress wh-- I ---l. I l-ok eve--wh-re. I LO-K EV-RY-HERE!-! Do I -ind a-ythin-?- I c-n-ot! I HA-E NOTH-NG-!! -o you und-rsta-d??--?-???-?? Do y-u u-der-tand??-??-?????-? -o you un-ersta-d????-?-??--? I WI-L MAK- YOU S-E!!!-!-!!!- - WI-- CR-SH IT IN-O YOU UN-IL Y-- SEE- I WIL- D- WHATE-ER IT TAKES I WILL M-KE YOU S-E I --LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I WILL SEE YOU MAKE YOU MAKE I SEE YOU SEE I WILL MAKE YOU SEE I W-LL M--E Y-U SEE I -ILL -AKE you ----
(it should be a song. a very heavy song with a soft beginning)
That star was the only tear allowed to fall from my angel's eyes. I see it at night from a pillow that remembers those sorrowful blessings.
How many fingers am I holding up?
You can't see through the window if it's open.
It's the safest in the world. But just in case...
Does failure fit into the Grand Scheme? Does it?
After the sticks and stones broke my bones, there was no need for words that wouldn't hurt me.
My tattoo is three arrows that form a rounded triangle. My tattoo says "Recyclable."
Don't fear the reaper. Don't shoot the messenger. Don't blame me. Don't say I didn't tell you so.
I think that this will be the end, for now. Until next time.
STOP