Headache This headache.Headache by ~Moondance-KeTreva
I'd kill it with fire.
But my hair! It might burn.
I'd blow it up.
But my head, it might explode.
I'd stab it.
But my eyes, they might be gouged.
I'd punch it.
But my nose, it might bleed.
I'd beat it with a hammer.
But my skull, it might fracture.
So I guess I'll take some advil.
And my headache, it might go away.
Ascension The advantage of the deepest hollowAscension by ~Moondance-KeTreva
Is there's hardly a chance to fall from the edge
But in the dreams you attempt to follow
You find your only security was the ledge
If you had one chance to make this all matter
In conflict another to make it all end
Would you fight to rise above the water
Or let it sink past all hope of amend?
When you fall to feel no hope of return
Take on the given reflections of the past
Sometimes keys are found in photos we'd burn
Though hope is a target, failure is vast
If you had one chance to make this all matter
In conflict another to make it all end
Would you fight to rise above the water
Or let it
Clarity Similarity brings terror into clarityClarity by ~Moondance-KeTreva
A re-emergence of unrepeated evidence of our frailty
Trapped in place by this
Our hopes only chance of sincerity
History repeats itself but can't always follow
The lines that lead to the death of tomorrow
Reminders are grasped at chance
Sometimes fears are truly hollow
Similarity brings terror into clarity
But opposition silences the memory
Remember We worship this placeRemember by ~Moondance-KeTreva
Undeserving of praise
Held by the memories
Made of the brightest of days
All that we needed
Was all that we gave
We were shaped to our shadow
To be built from our graves
The things we hold onto
Tend most shallow and vain
The comfort they lend
Will fade yet again
Yet somehow we fight
We hope and we rise
And when the lessons we learn
We find no longer to yearn
It's A Killing Floor It's A Killing FloorIt's A Killing Floor by ~R-M-O
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So many times I've tried
To let you know
Nothing's gonna be alright
No matter where you hide
The eventual
Can't be escaped
You hold her hand as if
The epitaphs
Are not prewritten
Like the vivid skys
Don't plea for the storms
To overtake them
Crimson rivers flow
To make a presence known
Death
The reaper
The meaning of "mortal"
Just bleed the fifth
It's in the monolith
You couldn't
You wouldn't
You will not waltz away
You all bathe under the bleakest light
You can dance your way through the day
But it's a livid, violent lie
Your introducion will be the end
A
Yearning 
