ShadowingYour eyes are like gravity, Pulling me in as I lay mine upon them, The smell of springtime, Fills the air around you,Shadowing
Slowly I make my way toward you, A black figure approaches you first, Turning you head a tear seeps out, Falling to the floor my heart follows,
The box next to you wasn't just anyone, It was me inside, I feel cold as I shout to get your attention, No response.
Crying I whisper into your ear, "I will be with you forever, Death cannot seperate us," You take a deep breath and seem though as if some comfort had been besto
Before I Go...Before I GoBefore I Go...
The stage is lit and our fellow cast members are dressed and ready. A final swarm of people rush through the door and fill the last few empty seats. Fear begins to over take me, and I start asking myself questions of doubt. "Is this what I have worked so hard for? To choke on stage? To freeze and go pale?" While interrogating myself, I look around and your familiar face, standing before me, reminds me of what I could have had. Just next to you is a tall scrawny man. Tears seep out from my eyes as I notice the man who destroye
The First SongThe First SongThe First Song
A crowd sits just feet away from the skinny black figure with a fist sized head. The anticipation of the crowd causes my stomach to grow weak and my knees to rattle together. As I stand there in the dark and silence, I fight to keep my composure. Struggling I creep down to the microphone. It is just twenty feet away, but it looks like miles. With each step the amount of people watching seems to multiply. Now, while I am intensely shaking and wobbling closer, a light beams down on me. Like a prisoner caught trying to escape, I freeze
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.ciao.
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