Transformations.....
Traced in wet sand.....
'Cryptmaker'
by Tim Conley
A boiling sensation,
Standing up once again in some forgotten of glory,
Many nights gone.
To tell them what was their's,
The passion returns,
Insatiating vengence,
The massacre be known in this empty town.
Every soul weeping in famine,
Lost by a caretaker gone mad,
Yeah,
Thats my face on the wall.
We will all be dead upon arrival,
The superman running with a bomb in hand,
Its beyond my control,
Bright and beyond him.
The machine taking over,
You should have seen it
The maddening look of his eyes,
Sardonic grin asking for blood.
Mercy is over,
Trust is gone,
You took,
I gave it away.
Leapt into the air,
Stay there,
As the screams ensue for a moment before death.
To cut her pretty face,
Paste on the head of everyone else,
Glimpse a new enemy,
Upon the one who loved you,
Or you coveted on an angry winter night,
She'll pay too.
Turn the face around,
Its all madness,
Storming the face of the earth,
Light years in half a second,
The cost of a world split in half,
Revenge is cute.
.....She used to be so right, so right about everything.
happy valentine's day.