•Call The Fallen, Track #12•
{Inspired by the song Accidents, from the project called The Prize Fighter Inferno}
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{The concept is of a girl named Panda, who braved through a maze in her younger days.}
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Fireflies twinkle grave pebbles
The pipes, they clonk and clink
Sand spills through adrift time
Sepulcher, you call it gray?
Her arms are the storybook of which cuts
Are pages red
Drip-Drop, the crimson now flows
In macabre echoes
Where...is her spirit?
Buried in the sand like treasures
Labyrinth, walking now
Upside-down, on the ground
Sonata streams silence
Delirium, oh god it's here!
Shroud violet to it's knife
And come, whence it's stalwart
Maybe in a plea
Prison lament
Cicadas, to the night
Eyes wide, suns of fright
The breeze stirs like ghosts above
Colors drip, beautiful skips
The cookies served, and the tea
Green. Drink away the buried, searing days
Sand through the fingers
Is spilled away like her faith
"Hold me, and press me...,"
"To your ear."
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Call The Fallen
FantasyA collection of poems, comprised of my own personal album. Each has a concept behind it, and is inspired, or even plays to the tune of songs that Iove by other bands. Enjoy.
