Xereko

The air is chilly, my mood-reader leans to bored, I write a simple phrase on my red ball, Telling the world, telling the sky, my simple message, This reads 'Hi' I kick this ball hard, watch this ball fly, To my misfortune I watched my ball soar, My simple message, my object of fun left me for the moment, Leaving me all alone. I cry in my yard, cursing at the sky "Give me my red ball Mr. Sky" As if on cue a red object flew through the sky, now from the opposing side, I scampered along, believing this to be a miracle of God in the sky, But when I peer at my ball I find a new message written, The same message of "Hi" now is no longer

If I could escape this lonesome dark room, I would in a blink of an eye! The chamber I found myself locked in is missing a functioning knob. I glance around the room and notice the chamber is aged like a fine wine with shelves upon shelves of books on the walls. Neatly piled shoulder high on the far wall beside each shelf is an intimidating mountain of books. My hand grasps the handle and tries yet again to turn the knob and open the door to freedom; but the rusty knob jiggles in my hand, cold to the touch. I give up the attempt to open the door and slide down the chilly surface against the wall with my back. My clothes feel like they are al

Please don't make me shout, there is a point to be made. Am I speaking to a crowd? Or am I speaking to deft ears? we are all in a bind why don't we all unwind Let the music flow, don't lose control we lack money, that won't matter hunny. As long as we all have love, we will soar please don't make me shout, there is an important point to be made, or am I drumming music in deft ears? We are all in a bind Put down the phones, lay your head to rest. We don't need drugs to unwind we have the will inside. Let the music flow, don't get out the door we are all in a bind, don't need drugs to unwind, You always had the will, don't l

Woven Self Destruction Spider of time Oh spider of destruction Your powerful cords bind, choke, and inflict fear Like the atmosphere of a horror movie the reaction and memory is still here Binding, choking. Does this end? The nightmare of being drawn ever closer The drama like a spider’s web Binding, choking, does this end? Is there a possible way to cut these binds? These cocoons, these dreams of the night that you weave Are we doomed? Are we mistaken? Together can we break these unnatural chains? Together can we make a difference? Together can we find happiness? Together and yet individual Must we live this way? Isola

Should I be happy? Should I be sad? Should I be everything and yet nothing Letting the binds of fate hold me down each day Cool and damp, Cut me loose and let me fly Allow me to see the warmth of the sun Allow me to feel the fear of the abyss Allow me to feel all these things and yet feel nothing at the same time Let me feel these chains no more Reapers claim this soul and rid me of this torment This dark and hallow earth with these chains Endless torment of the above, What is the punishment? What is to regret This life worth living Did we all forget? We all must remember better days Before the chain of fate is cut So th