Orange or red,
Citrus or apples,
Why don't you take your pick?
We are the rulers of all that is wrong,
So tremble and bow before us.

The most beautiful sight is that of death,
Do you not agree?
For that is the meaning of life itself,
It truly completes me.

We are the sons of death himself,
Our mother goes by insanity.
We are the brothers of all of confusion,
So scream in silence and move no more.

I am chaos and he is discord,
Expect no mercy from us,
For we represent all that should not be,
We truly are bad to the bone.

Though they say without pain there is no joy,
But they will not after we are through,
For we are the brothers of terror and agony,
And we are here to stay.

It's not easy picking your favorite pet
Dogs and cats and rats and spiders
Dragons owls advents horses
They are all very awesome
I don't know, guess I've forgotten
Really hope Cs isn't rotten

I've stayed up all night
Roleplaying, adopting
Typing, drawing
this site's very amusing

I can't decide, whether to adopt or buy
They are all very cool
I guess I'll hang my head and cry
And I wonder why
I can not pick one
My head feels dead inside
I've been up for way too long
Lock the doors and close the blinds
I'm going to bed

Where the grasses grow long
And the wind blows strong
Where the dark looms deep
And the night never sleeps
The walkers walk
And Seldom talk
As with anchor feet
They stumble on

One tall, lean and strong
Pale skinned, his legs long
A scarf of faded cloth
Beats its wings as a moth
Watching his back

And strung through his hair
Tousled and fair
A braided band
Woven fine as the sand
Of long forgotten lands

Wild he is
And through ears of his
Hang feathers
Which roaming spirits tethers
Through fine strings of silver

And yet they seem frozen
Limp, tired, sad to be chosen
And in the blue eyes of their bearer
They are brought ever nearer
Ready to break free

I sit in the darkness
Still and quiet
Waiting for something
I dig into my pillow
As a cuddly falls on my head
I toss and turn but don't feel sleepy
As night is my day

As summer sets beneath the horizon,
And Snowflakes yearn to dance and play,
Autumn leaves fall onto the ground,
And on the ground they lay.