Five Senses And All Of Them HurtThe taste of blood, it sings of ironFive Senses And All Of Them Hurt by EclecticQuill
But there's no metal in its song
It's the melody of broken hearts
And how things went so wrong
The bitter scent of death
No sweet rot in its reek
The aroma of lifeless romance
With no words left to speak
And clouded by tears
The sight of shattered things
Flailing in the wind
Like so many broken strings
The sound of heartache
Like the angished screams
Fresh from the bloodied lips
Of those who've lost their dreams
The feel of you absent
The unrelenting lack
Far more painful
Than the knife in my back
Like A Bird In A CageLike a bird in a cage, she dreamt of the handLike A Bird In A Cage by EclecticQuill
Of life beyond her bell, bars and stand
Offer my hand, and on she hops
Right up to my shoulder, and there she stops
She rides around and joyously sings
Seeing a world, full of new things
But seeing also, birds in the sky
She turned to me, a sad look in her eye
Without a chirp or farewell glance
She took to the wing and began to dance
Flying far and flying free
Flying further and further from me
Pass the saltAt a darkened lonely table I find myself eatingPass the salt by TheIndigoFeather
The echoes of my heart beat fill the room.
Empty eyes watch from afar,
My every move being judged.
Each thought of mine being ridiculed
The faint foot steps as my fellow guest arrives
His head toped with a silk hat,
His face illuminated by the soft candle glow.
Sunken eyes with an endless stare,
Ghostly face baring scars.
The dining table puts us miles apart
Plates were a banquet used to be filled now with mere crumbs,
Now chipped and cracked like the empire around it.
We dined on what remained of a beggars feast.
Bathed under dying candle light.
The devilish eyes that watched grew closer with each breath I took.
Before they could reach us, the candle went out.
In the darkness my guest spoke,
His only words were;
"Pass the salt"
Take a walk with me.To the end we shall go, were ever it may be,Take a walk with me. by TheIndigoFeather
Take me down the path less traveled, walk me through the sea.
The broken glass of crackled hearts, were bare feet may tread,
Along side the river of the damned, the water coloured red.
Hollow bones and bullet holes litter the sandy plain,
Dried blood is the mark that only death may reign.
Yet here we stand in fire and smoke,
Drowning in it's gentle choke.
and off I'll sail.
To a valley of eternal bliss.