TravisNeal Williams

Lifted under deep skies, a body begs to die.
Taunting out many names.
Laughing teeth making shames.
Blood that at last dried.
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Darkened halls of hazes stir through eyes amazes.
Gifted men of learning travel here unturning.
Ready now preparing a plan of no comparing.
Praying of the ending that they will soon be sending.
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Walking in stride her piercing eyes cannot hide.
A love for me that swells like the ocean in its tide.
Villianous thing it was to have her swept away.
Every remaining memory remembering her sway.
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I followed no one into hell.
For i was the first to tell.

I passed over the lake of fires.
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The Faithless few lie frozen in view.
Facing the cracking icy hue.
Reflections reveal whats really true.
Revelations thats it's only you.
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It was the first day of autumn when i found the book.
Buried under a tree where it could be forgotten.
Some deep concern fell over me as i gazed a look.
What awful secrets are held here within.
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I dine alone at a table meant for two.
I stare at the patrons as they pass on through.
I count the clock as it moves over midnight.
I watch as the shadows consume the light.
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This is a note of freedom.
A choice taken by some.
They call it simply suicide.
But if it is that you will have to decide.
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Taken down the hardest row.
Still beating when it hit the snow.
Icy rain drops secure it fate.
Left there lost with no escape.
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I see the moonlight in the snow.
It holds a secret you should know.
Covered beneath the ice and cold.
Are the bodies of the young and old.
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Into the dust we go.
All creations to rot and rust.
Every emotion that we show.
Anger, love, lust
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More war, more war, more war has come into sight.
Set your eyes, set your gaze, your enemy has come to fight.
Staggering under the mortar's awful quake.
The soldiers have fought until their bodies ache.
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If i should die by fire.
Then let me burn.
If i should die by ice.
Then let me freeze.
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Above me the angels are watching.
Below me the devils are waiting.
As always time is passing.
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Though we are ways apart
and still these days depart.
Ever present are the same thought
I am going nowhere, i am going nowhere.
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What is the sweetest slumber of the summer?
is it sleeping in the grass dreaming of what will pass?
or is it running in the woods being and doing everything you could?
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I am just the dream.
Alive here to watch through awakened eyes.
Waiting here to rot before demise.
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Life goes nowhere either by course or rhythm
Randoms its adventure by no reason.
Poorly and pathetically it carries
Horribly to its tone it remains and marries
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I have anguished upon our parted words
my ears formed to what i had heard.
is that love you just declared?
then why my dear does it die in the air?
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I walk along the sea.
I let the warm breeze wash over me.
I watch the waves lap over the rocks.
Washing away the filth and rot.
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