IncompleteSo there's no scars to see?No happy memories either then.Undefined deadlines to escape those wonderlands,Second hand picks effects of former pain as latter fear,Life ticks today as yesterday but I hear ... voices sounding,And hidden heartbeats beat beat pounding.One, Two, Three, free for all,with the Soul and Body but Mind takes the fall.Rules made for the mind you find they can't bindthe body or the soulFeeling the flowThe tone, the quality's changed with a rearranged main,that sounds just a bit more deranged than the original,lacking in innocence, subliminal,but ya gotta keep movin on so keep all concerns at minimal.No pain, no gain, guess I didn't get anything but anappreciation of the people that show me true lovin.Every day, every cold cold night,as incapable hatred falls to them and that ain't right.Bit by bit, I'm finding the time toreverse the cycle and reboot my mindback to the beginning,when peace and har mo nywere what was winning.Living a living drea
RippingA rattling sound filled the stone room, the gale outside forcing its way through the cracked window with an eerie hum. The screech of birds seeking shelter echoed off of the high wals, sounding like a plea as their cries died slowly, over and over again. A trail of ants meandered purposefully underneath a cobweb on the windowsill, past the large mahogany table into a cranny under the first of four doors that stood facing the window. The door shimmered softly in the overcast light, the odd silver symbols dancing over a light blue. The second door was simply strong steel. The third door was shockingly purple, but the trim was a green like a forest after a long rain, with eyes hiding beneath the carved leaves. The fourth door stood taller than the rest, rough and dark in comparison. Of the four, it was the only door in the room to have a handle. The echoes of the wind and birds became a crescendo, growing louder until silence dropped over them sudddenly. The second door had opened.