Hei Ho
Upon the hill flutters the ancient standard
The tower looms tall but lacks a candle
in the hallways the spiders meal
people grovel by thier nations keel
suckling on the the bones of eels
words seethin in thier minds
the past haunting every time
but none below, dare look up
for the past was taught to be fine
a golden age that will return to thine
the truth was written in the past
the lies are left for those alive
Grave diggers lurking in the night
under shadows of the towers might
robbing the dead
feeding the living
Lies are but for the taking
Searching the gloomy ruins of the past
waiting for a sun to rise
dancing to a twilight beat
waiting for that faithful beat
beat
arisen from a lie, breed on decent
exposed to the truth
lost
with no meaning
The tower looms tall but lacks a candle
in the hallways the spiders meal
people grovel by thier nations keel
suckling on the the bones of eels
words seethin in thier minds
the past haunting every time
but none below, dare look up
for the past was taught to be fine
a golden age that will return to thine
the truth was written in the past
the lies are left for those alive
Grave diggers lurking in the night
under shadows of the towers might
robbing the dead
feeding the living
Lies are but for the taking
Searching the gloomy ruins of the past
waiting for a sun to rise
dancing to a twilight beat
waiting for that faithful beat
beat
arisen from a lie, breed on decent
exposed to the truth
lost
with no meaning
posted by P Funk at 5:18 PM
5 Comments:
the words flow.. i listen.. do i understand? the tears glisten.. the dullness sweeps as my webs tremble... the need to know overwhelms....
roses are red
violets are blue
your poem was quite good
least while sniffin some glue
now dont be offended
i was
I love it.
And you're not retarded. Promise.
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