His arm it breaks,
The fingers they mourn...

I wanna swim away but don't know how,
All this emotion is starting to feel like the...

Beware you poor ones.
The very envies and deceits and strife for the...

The musing and the bellowing out the chorus door,
By the deep somber tune of the cello...

I miss it,
I miss the wall of nothingness...

Held onto by the waves and destroyed by the...
Men mastered and taken over by the fire. A heat of...

Once long ago when trees and birds nestled and...
and the wind switched in between the tides of...

To war we go again,
Deep in the enemies land we begin...

I seek death,
And yet it does not find me...

Done for club Challenge...

I dreamt of a season.
A cold unforgiving season...

Its not so much fun now is it?
Running, is never much fun...