The tolling
Cries presented as "music"
The inner mind within racking banging hysterically
The body in which is hidden by a smooth shell
Which gets hit with the problems of the world every day
For those sadists who rock to the melody of pain
"SCREW YOU" it yells but is drowned out by it's own beauty
A shame that something so small within can not escape it's own outter persona
Nothing is as it seems
As the mind within bangs and clangs
But all one hears is a sweet metallic whispers
A penglum swining back and fourth between the mediums known as "life and death"
Though as the cries silence, an empty shell remains
Nothing is as it seems
With a fake voice lost one can lose it's beauty
Snow shourdered in misconceptions
Something pure but tainted with the slightest touch
Exposed to the flames of wrath, it melts into tears
As one secritive breath is blown it dissovles into dismay
With one drop of filth poured it dyes black
A blanket of white nothingness
The sea of society
Each one strikingly unique but just meld together into an ugly clump
White reflecting the radience of truth
Something so frididly cold
That sparkles with the sin of pitiful innocence
That smells, that tastes of nothing of emotions
The bounty of the earth buried beneath it's surface
Snow is the frozen tears of the madien whose heart froze
Who cries of the new year of surprises in the sky
Who makes cold people who make up our lives form
Snow is something easily seen
Snow is a secret hidden beneath what we all want to believe
(the first poem is about bells
Cries presented as "music"
The inner mind within racking banging hysterically
The body in which is hidden by a smooth shell
Which gets hit with the problems of the world every day
For those sadists who rock to the melody of pain
"SCREW YOU" it yells but is drowned out by it's own beauty
A shame that something so small within can not escape it's own outter persona
Nothing is as it seems
As the mind within bangs and clangs
But all one hears is a sweet metallic whispers
A penglum swining back and fourth between the mediums known as "life and death"
Though as the cries silence, an empty shell remains
Nothing is as it seems
With a fake voice lost one can lose it's beauty
Snow shourdered in misconceptions
Something pure but tainted with the slightest touch
Exposed to the flames of wrath, it melts into tears
As one secritive breath is blown it dissovles into dismay
With one drop of filth poured it dyes black
A blanket of white nothingness
The sea of society
Each one strikingly unique but just meld together into an ugly clump
White reflecting the radience of truth
Something so frididly cold
That sparkles with the sin of pitiful innocence
That smells, that tastes of nothing of emotions
The bounty of the earth buried beneath it's surface
Snow is the frozen tears of the madien whose heart froze
Who cries of the new year of surprises in the sky
Who makes cold people who make up our lives form
Snow is something easily seen
Snow is a secret hidden beneath what we all want to believe
(the first poem is about bells