...and what's this, you ask? The Watch Keeper's Whining of Blackened Sands... What's up with this, For as you're weeping, I look out the window, And see the rain come, falling. Then I'll sit alone In my room, I'm sleeping, You can't see my soul, That quiets as I wake. Can't you feel it coming? This I ask myself Sitting on my bed Listening to the storm. Now my foot is tapping Out the happy tune Most would call it morbid But yet again, they're tainted. Do they see the answers How I wish I could Yet maybe that's not mine A path made for another Let them go and follow Drenched now by the downpour I'll obey the masses But only through my body I don't have to change Or be who I don't wanna I don't have to talk like you My thoughts, a little different. I can hear a rapping If I listen in Now I hear it stopping Stopping once again This won't have to make sense When it's not for you I don't have to be What I don't want to. Will's a funny thing though Blowing in the breeze Changing and so fickle Like time that never changes Iridescent Omens Ever faded Light Synonymous Rhapsodies Persecuted Flight Does it really matter If I know what to do Does it really count If I never knew you Nothing's making sense Yet many things do And now I'm seeing this again Cliché deja vu. Take me as you want me Because I know you don't And hell, if you do, dear Nothing comes for free I help you, you help me Let us cry and let us sing Praise the damned and damn the praised It's just a day in a stupid game I'm just random, I'm fifteen I've not seen a lot of things I go to school, and then come home I'm not worth a wonderous throne But if my friend were e'er in need I'd try to help them best I could Not that it would be much help Saying I'm a mortal I could never have the chance To lift you off the ground I would never have a shot Just due to what I am What is up with this grandeur Everyone is going on about Why is everyone so sad They're just charging into war Can't the soldiers see their fate Maidens in towers cry for them Hypocricy, a common taint Maybe I've got this in me Does it matter what we are Chickens with no heads soon will die Damn it, where is there to go Amongst a booming rock song? Can I just wake up now To go back to where everything is good Then I can go back to sleep And help you like I should You don't understand me I don't comprehend you Can't really say that I care now Won't let me hold my head up higher How can I be proud of this? When can I just clean this up: Rob my self of me To wipe my whole slate clean So what's another day of raping Lying here in silence As society climbs atop Leaving my screams in dust That was such a time ago But gosh, it's still here I say I can't take it anymore Though how am I still here And now it's rumbling, dum dum dum Round and round the sounds they go Grumbling, stumbling, angrily It's all the distant noise Can't I go back to the truth Get away from all of this This isn't me and it's not you No one's gonna help us I know the soldiers are now shooting You run with me now Grab my arm as this is the first time I see your soul through terror of your eyes Oh save them, Sire, I would say, But the wretched king wouldn't hear This is not his way I'm unclear, but so are you When you look deep inside Away from where they take from you Every day and night Language already twists your soul To their beck and call This I pray we can undo Why am I so senseless? And there were two men, The younger said Look what we have A little child The older now, He furrowed his brow Chuckling once, Caring not. Younger took the child Up in arms and carried her Wounded by blade, shielding with cloak now Oh, imagine that. Now the hands of time are spinning On the clock of old "Dong!" it claims a proclaimation Over all our heads. This time sands are sliding so Ancient cities turn to dust Got to get out of hear quick One of them's corrupt So laugh at me, I'll laugh at you Raise my glass of wine and say It was in your sacred book Read it there and weep! What does this look like, do I care? I guess I do more than I appear But take me as you will and see I don't know where this will end Somehow it doesn't look complete If it even e'er began Oh well, doesn't matter now. Back tomorrow and the next! Depression does things to a soul So do shadows and no peace of mind So do chains and, from the rest An angry thirst that can't be quenched So drink up this wretched life Let the boa take your air We're all equal here they say Yet that's just a stupid lie Guess I'll go to see tomorrow If tomorrow ever comes That's bullshit and you all know it It's not that hard to open your eyes Course I ain't though, so why should you Take your time, you've got so little Put the bullet in my head I'll take a couple days of yours I won't lose a single bit The hatred's burning my entire being It takes my head, my heart, my soul, My flesh somehow intact. Tears like oil igniting it "Oh how cute, a little poem, Alive in angst, how typical, She'll outgrow it;" the hell I will. Once it takes all that I have Until I am one of you When I will have nothing left But less sense than I have now I'll either kill till I am stopped Or break into a thousand pieces Maybe I'll just cry til I drown Where you cannot pull me out How many times have people helped me How many times have they helped you Maybe that's why I hate what I am Maybe that's why I can't stand you Why care about what I can't reach This isn't easy and niether am I I give you the finger, you beat my hide Hey you won, but at least I tried For now I'll give a cynical laughter, Please let me be amused while it lasts You may cry when my heart is black But that'll just be from what you were taught You'll just watch for now with a sad face Say I'll heal and get on with your own pace Smile and give me some bullshit to hear But yet deep down it's not sincere Maybe my brown eyes will blacken one day 'Til there won't be no more pain No more throwing up inside My messed up, screaming, choking mind And you know what? This here IS me What I hid now all can see In one little entry made by the damned To be forgotten in morning sands. Transparent Torrent -And what a fitting entry for the fitting awkward day.