Destery-Undead

Existing in a plane of naught, A timeless place the world forgot, A life all Powers and mortals sought; And meant only for me. But the clocks displayed one time, Keeping a silence quite sublime, In a haunting sort of rhyme; Their faces all say three. "Why are all the clocks here broken?" Are the only words here spoken, Where not a soul admits their token; They work just fine for me. And I believe it's quite an art, The silent darkness that will dart Into a world void as my heart. "Why do the clocks say three?" There is no time within this state, No such concept as too late, Here the time is dead to fate. And so the clocks s

Existing in a plane of naught, A timeless place the world forgot, A life all Powers and mortals sought; And meant only for me. But the clocks displayed one time, Keeping a silence quite sublime, In a haunting sort of rhyme; Their faces all say three. "Why are all the clocks here broken?" Are the only words here spoken, Where not a soul admits their token; They work just fine for me. And I believe it's quite an art, The silent darkness that will dart Into a world void as my heart. "Why do the clocks say three?" There is no time within this state, No such concept as too late, Here the time is dead to fate. And so the clocks s

Two boys ran. Their laughter an everlasting melody , That filled the air with such content. Their pure heads bobbed along the  long strands of grass. Their young eyes wandered up to the sky, As they reach up to the twin suns. They were so beautiful. Their beauty would make you cry, Their innocence would make you smile, So, so beautiful. We were so jealous. Their laughter would make your skin tingle with envy, Their happiness would make you burn with hatred. So, so jealous. They shared a bond like no other. We wanted to cut it, Snap it, Rip it up. So we did. We drove one insane. We forced the other to runaway.