The-Kittie

The clouds roll upon the horizon there will be no more dawn. The world has come to its close, so witness the death of a rose. Time will stand still now as nature takes her final bow. Light has burned out at last and darkness has come to cleanse the past. The long waited time is here, and there will be no more fear. So now we sleep the immortal sleep; and never again shall we weep. Welcome to where you belong, where forever you can do no wrong. Good and evil have both perished along with all you have cherished. Into the ground you are borne, leaving above those who will mourn.

The ultimate tragedy of life isn't the lives ruined, nor is it the altered perceptions of the shattered comfort zone that had shielded their naivety for so long. No. It isn't even the billions of dollars in immeasurable damage or the countless thousands of man hours that are wasted and forever lost. The tragedy is that it is nobody's fault. On a long enough time line there can't be fault. You could blame your leaders or your bosses; you could blame your parents, your enemies, maybe even yourself. But to blame is to give responsibility is to give control, and in reality nobody ever has control. Thus if nobody ever has control it can never be

I wish I could break the translucent sky with the trembling voices that resound within my throat; open it and make beautiful gemstones rain down from the quiet sky above us.

Forget about the past, it's irrelevant now Only the future matters. Remember those times when we used to sit outside? Every night, for hours on end just staring at the Vast amount of space, all the stars out there, Encased in black glass. It's all still very Resplendent in my memory. What about yours? Another person may not remember the moments that seem Nonessential, but I do. They're the most important things. Darling, and I could never dream of forgetting them. And when they colors seem to fade and your Life seems to be losing it's splendor, think about this: Who would I be without you? And who would you be without me? You ar

Crimson reapers stitch up the wound and fallen angels fill the room. From the scarlet mouth of my creator, the hidden words of my animator.