frocta

I am bound, bound by the bonds of despair. These bonds hold back all that I care. My concentration is shattered by the bonds. My hopes and dreams chained off by the cons. These bonds that bound me, Has only one key. Love and friendship may set me free. But I'm still bound to the altar, And if my bonds do not falter, My soul will be torn asunder By the pendulum above the altar. These bonds that bound me, Has only one key. Love and friendship may set me free. Alas, my friends are far away, And I must stay. I might not stand another morrow, In this dark furrow. These bonds that bound me, Has only one key. Love and friendship

Angered too easily, By something this measly, Which can really Be handled peacefully. Rage will destroy me. Can I truly be, This angry? I feel an urge to destroy. Is my friend really this coy? I cannot create, With this much hate.

The land is bizarre, Equipped with a floating car. Rolling hills actually roll. Is this my soul? Can this be real? It seems unnatural, But it's so beautiful. The stars are crystalline, And the moon is aluminum. Music emanates from nowhere, But I don't care. Can this be real? It seems unnatural, But it's so beautiful. The land begins to rumble, And the sky begins to crumble. This landscape fades, As I begin to raise. It wasn't real. It was unnatural, But it was so beautiful.

Too lonely am I. Too much to do. Too lonely to die. Too much of a zoo. Getting desperate. Getting consumed. Getting exasperate. Getting depressed. Life too lengthy. Life too abbreviated. Life too sturdy. Life too enervated Must be creative. Must be inspired. Must be incisive. Must be achieved.