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Alone in FlamesFlames
By: Brooke A
A fire burns deep in my chest
I feel a fear that will not rest
I need that calm, cool embrace
I need to see you face to face
Youve guided me for many years
You were there to stop the fear
But now your gone and Im afraid
Is there a debt to be paid?
You have left me alone to walk
here where we can not talk
My god, my father, my guiding hand
Please just bring this to an end.
My body burns with flames of hate
I know now that this is my fate
To wander lost in a strange world
Pain and sadness will be unfurled
When next I see you it will be
At heavens gate. Will you greet me?
My fear, my hate will go away
That pain and sadness will leave today
As I fallow you up the path
I see now I deserved your wrath
The things I said would not go free
I see now why youve done this to me.
Am I forgiven? No longer maimed?
Or will I walk alone in flames?
I am aloneAlone
By: Brooke Addington
The room is dark, and all is lost
My damp shirt is crusted with frost
I cry and I call, begging for you
You never came, you never knew
I was alone, Lost in death
You laughed and only said to rest
The room is black, I can not see
My scars show now what youve done to me
I am alone, you have gone
With out you here there is no fun
A am alone, no one is near
I hear the words Ive been taught to fear
I am alone, and so depressed
Its strange without you, without your caress
But you are not you, you soul has changed
Its gone away. Its been paged
I am alone and now I see
That was what you wanted for me
Alone is good, alone is right
I shall be alone tonight.
I Am Alone Forever.
The howl of a wolfA Wolf s Howl
By: Brooke Addington
It fallows the trails, it flies on the wind
Leading all those that hear to an end
A hallow sound that makes you cry
It begs you to also sing to the sky
Its master and animal, wild and fierce
Yet so weak that it cries, its heart has been pierced
A wolf is strong, a wolf is mean,
But beneath its pelt lies a pain not seen
A pain that is heard in its hollow howl
Its howl that hurt and many ask how?
The answer is simple, commonly known
Nothing works better than sound when far from home
It find those who need to hear
and brings them back, it takes their fear
A piercing sadness takes those who need
To feel that feeling on which their heart feeds
This is why I love the howl, I love to feel the hurt
Nothing else will make me strong, nothing else can work
I winds around me, giving me a better toy
That sound that hurts others does bring me more joy
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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