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Peak #1,447
Peak in subgenre #222
Author
TJ
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Sir Dismal productions...
Uploaded
January 27, 2003
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Lyrics
Unfolding the child
There stands the dark silhouette . .
perhaps one could forget its death. .
if one's eyes could not see the phantom that stood
peering out from its endless festering hood
A child stands. . always in the rain.
He now walks slowly . . down a crumbling sidewalk, plain with decay
Shallow eyes haunting with tears. .
He 'walks' away. . believing he has no fears
Trying so hard to believe. . he is cold
in the rain, in the snow, always walking in the cold. .
when there beats a heart. . only fifteen years old.
Trailing just after, the grim figure strolls
a gaunt smile placed upon its dismal skull.
A strip of metal catches the boy by the shoulder
turning around he stares boldly at the horror. .
and warmly smiles. .
"You are my friend good sir, please walk with me, and talk with me for just a little longer."
A sinister echo drifts down from the hood
~Why won't you stop?~
The scythe is lifted off the boys shoulder,
and he rubs away the pain
Trying to forget about the horror
the boy continues down the rain. .
walking, passing, ever moving. .
like the seasons the boy is ever coming and going
So calmly, a pattern ever flowing
But inside, a hurricane still continues growing
So much chaos inside the boys mind . . . it makes his eyes water
Just behind him once again he imagines the clapperclawing laughter
from the being that has only one terrible thing to offer
. . but.
Then comes down the scythe onto his shoulder
Again . . the boy speaks unto the horror
" . . You are my friend. . good sir. Please walk with me. . and . . talk with me. . for just a little longer."
The boy is replied by a sinister echo drifting down from the hood
~Why won't you stop?~
The scythe stays . . and lays . . across the boys heart
To the boy. . it is like his past. . the thing that prevents a clean start.
A puff of air escapes from cold lips. .
as the boy faces the grim eclipse.
turning and staring at the horror!
A demon who only makes the pain sorer!
" . . .You are supposed to be my friend!"
The festering hood weaves with a thick misty fog
And an angry sinister voice creeps from Death!. .
A tone held off for far too long!
~Why. . can't . . you stop?!~
The scythe is lifted from the boys shoulder
and once again he turns away from the horror. . beginning to walk in the cold
Suddenly he feels a pull. .
though death is to far away to catch him. . . . .
A line of red slowly dribbles down the boys chest. .
flailing his arm over his wound, the boy glares and detests
~Why . . can't you stop?~ An echo. . a voice, invades the boys mind. .
"I. . -"
~I can stop it . . for you. . ~
" . . . ."
the echo . . the voice. . haunted with just one choice.
The boy turns and looks up to the haunting figure
letting go of his shoulder he lets the blood slither. .
~I can stop it. .~
The scythe before him flashes with red. .
thirsty. . wanting this boy to lay down his head
Dread is but a memory. . all there is . . is cold
The boy has lived so much for only being 15 years old. .
through these fifteen years. . it were his fears that made him bold
It was death. . staring him in the eyes that took away his soul
". . . . do it. ."
The scythe gleams with a crimson light
Every one of the child's sins shining bright
The scythe steals away the boy's life. .
and makes right all the things the lies couldn't. .
Should or shouldn't. . it was his choice . . now not his own
The boy lies dying. . but not alone.
now . .in the middle. . between life and death
He notices that there isn't pain when he's slipping away
He has the choice to take another breath
He has the choice to open his eyes. . just one crack
but. . .he doesn't.
It just hurts to come back. .
Sir Dismal
