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This is a story filled with broken peices.
A glory killed by spoken spaces.
It has been fourty years.
No one has any tears.
What is the truth behind the fears?
Their lives lay in ruins.
Look at the clouds in the blue sky.
Faces start to cry.
There are no traces upon their eyes.
So many minds...
..And very little survive in the desert.
Or did they burn alive?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
Burn their eyes for many others.
The skies begin to burn black.
Why do the children cry?
They begin to survive...
..In a dark horror.
Draw closer to the bleeding shroud.
Don't trust the crowd.
They have found...
..Somekind of rusted spout.
Busted and broken.
Spoken words mean nothing.
Polluted water leans to death.
Is this a new breed?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
It was a mistake in memories.
They explode like...
..A broken intake engine.
Souls can implode...
..Just like a busted water hose.
It was a lust for killing the goat.
Would it be...
..Like spilling blood to the ground?
The images are filling their minds.
Dark clouds are the last ride.
The skies fill with lightning.
Can you hear the cries of pain?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
Somewhere in the distance...
..I can see the lost souls again.
She told me of a brutal story.
It was how cold the sands were.
I was alone again.
Please pick up the phone.
I don't want to bleed again.
Read their eyes.
Maybe they can be free once more.
Is it the battle...
..That the beasts are craving?
A brave new world of the survival horror.
Pray for the lost souls.
The children...
..Are not expected to survive.
For now, the sands of time...
..Are in their eyes.
Inspect every lost mind.
Respect a brand new world.
The souls are where they stand.
Drink the water from the bowl.
Read every thought.
A new world that has been brought...
..Into a world of lost children.
A glory killed by spoken spaces.
It has been fourty years.
No one has any tears.
What is the truth behind the fears?
Their lives lay in ruins.
Look at the clouds in the blue sky.
Faces start to cry.
There are no traces upon their eyes.
So many minds...
..And very little survive in the desert.
Or did they burn alive?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
Burn their eyes for many others.
The skies begin to burn black.
Why do the children cry?
They begin to survive...
..In a dark horror.
Draw closer to the bleeding shroud.
Don't trust the crowd.
They have found...
..Somekind of rusted spout.
Busted and broken.
Spoken words mean nothing.
Polluted water leans to death.
Is this a new breed?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
It was a mistake in memories.
They explode like...
..A broken intake engine.
Souls can implode...
..Just like a busted water hose.
It was a lust for killing the goat.
Would it be...
..Like spilling blood to the ground?
The images are filling their minds.
Dark clouds are the last ride.
The skies fill with lightning.
Can you hear the cries of pain?
Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty.
Would they cut the ties...
..Only to be murdered in the dark skies?
The book has a new chapter...
..For the lost children.
Sands of time can swallow them.
Hallowed out.
Endless rusted spouts.
Busted for their own hunger.
Whisper to the children.
The sand is a giver...
..For empty souls.
All fall prey to the endless grave.
Somewhere in the distance...
..I can see the lost souls again.
She told me of a brutal story.
It was how cold the sands were.
I was alone again.
Please pick up the phone.
I don't want to bleed again.
Read their eyes.
Maybe they can be free once more.
Is it the battle...
..That the beasts are craving?
A brave new world of the survival horror.
Pray for the lost souls.
The children...
..Are not expected to survive.
For now, the sands of time...
..Are in their eyes.
Inspect every lost mind.
Respect a brand new world.
The souls are where they stand.
Drink the water from the bowl.
Read every thought.
A new world that has been brought...
..Into a world of lost children.
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"A world is brought to a small group. The souls are chosen. The world is nothing but a desert. Lives are at stake. Some say they will not survive. Others believe they would kill each other for a meal. It must have been on that day that they were brought into this world of horror." "The children were expected to survive what is out in the world. The world offers many things. Though, in reality, could they survive ..as a group and defeat their own insanity?" © 2010 - 2024 GargoylesBlood
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Something tells me I commented on this before, and might have been erased due to a re-editation? Either way, the piece deserves what I am guessing will be my second praise.
The first two lines makes for a great opening and, I love the slanted rhymes at the end of both lines, or so they seem to be.
I know this is off-topic but, I couldn't help but notice the repeated line, a couple of times, "The sands of time," which reminds me of both the game, and movie, "Prince of Persia."
Anyways, regardless of that, I liked your use of the line. It added allot of grainy texture to the piece.
My favorite part that really made an impact on me, were these exact words:
Quote "Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty." end quote
A picture or image cannot be any darker or nearly as tangible and visible as that, I mean, that really hit the head of the nail.
Another part was the entire last stanza of this piece of work, which to me was truly a suiting ending!
I have Faved this, and would like for it to be put into the Group! Thank you so much, fellow poet, for sharing a piece of your creativity.
The first two lines makes for a great opening and, I love the slanted rhymes at the end of both lines, or so they seem to be.
I know this is off-topic but, I couldn't help but notice the repeated line, a couple of times, "The sands of time," which reminds me of both the game, and movie, "Prince of Persia."
Anyways, regardless of that, I liked your use of the line. It added allot of grainy texture to the piece.
My favorite part that really made an impact on me, were these exact words:
Quote "Look to the children.
The helpless souls.
All lost in the sands of time.
Their eyes are empty." end quote
A picture or image cannot be any darker or nearly as tangible and visible as that, I mean, that really hit the head of the nail.
Another part was the entire last stanza of this piece of work, which to me was truly a suiting ending!
I have Faved this, and would like for it to be put into the Group! Thank you so much, fellow poet, for sharing a piece of your creativity.