- Created By Kinano
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"Untitled" "Untitled" Tell me, Tell me, master oh please. Are these voices my own or others who tease? So sickening, So sickening, How can this be true? Out of all that they've done, what the...The Giaour
This is a poem by Lord Byron on a vampire romance, his first in his oriental romances. Be Prepared, its thirty-something pages long. No breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave, That tomb which, ...Too Many
Too many Too many people cry, Too many children die. Too many tears are shed, Too many arent wed. Too many lips are sealed, Too many wounds aren't healed. ...Who's that Girl?
Who's That Girl?
Your walking through the hallway,
On your first day.
I can hear you breathe,
Though your so far away.
I see you point to my back and say,
Who's that girl who uses her smile,
to mask the sorrow she feels?
Who's that girl who's eyes show torture,
from far too many years?
Who's that girl who's heart is black,
from far too many tears?
Who's that girl who feels lost, empty, and alone?
Who's that girl with a soul,
longing to be free?
The one where the grass she steps on,
springs back to life.
Who's that girl who's skin is covered in scars,
though no one can see them?
Who's that girl who smiles,
but her smile never reaches her eyes?
Who's that girl who plays with fire,
but never gets burned?
Who's that girl with the gift of magic,
and knowlage beyond her years?
Who's that girl who sings,
but never speaks,
and cries,
but her eyes never leak?
Who's that girl who can hear me breathe?
I smile slightly, stand up and say,
That's Me.
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Tell me, Tell me,
master oh please.
Are these voices my own
or others who tease?
So sickening, So sickening,
How can this be true?
Out of all that they've done,
what they've done to you.
I'm wishing, I'm wishing,
that someday,
humanity will soon
know the way.
How sad, How sad,
for I have forseen.
What can these signs
possibly mean?
How frightening, How frightening,
the balance is broken.
Because of all this,
I am choking.
