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                                               Death,                              the killer, the nightmare, the slayer.                                 the deep, dark shadow that                                              eventually                                            engulfs us all.                                                Death,                                   the dark blood of the night.                         the icy, black hand with daggers for claws                                it wraps itself around the neck,                                         finger by finger,                                     

There they are, the blurred masses with their thousands of white eyes all focused on me. Here I am, enertainment up on a wire precariously placed life and death balanced on this silver strand. There it is, the black platform, farther and farther away my given goal, planned victory to live and walk another day. Here it is, my simple option falling, falling, finally free but, then, all eyes are on me and the show must go on.

In the dark recesses of my head I'm dancing to the flicker of a flame to a song that never was and never will be for what is not carved in stone is lost And one by one the stars fall down to bask in the light of the moon To the ocean they are bound Fish food for the wisest of them all Deep inside creation lies a being small yet in its hand it holds us all and bends and moulds our lifes forever as it forms the bubble of life.

There is someone who sits in the back of my head gnawing at all of my fears. Did she mean that? Was it truth that she said? And hence my disloyalities are brought forth unawares. And, so, now all can see and all can scorn as my black turns to white, white to black, And friends are there to decieve Thus it continues for years upon years until all that's left in my world is... me. It is Doubt who makes me dead as I am and Doubt who buries me deeper. (Some day I'm bound to be free)

Nothing's touching the ground. Feet, hands, covered in air. Falling? No. Still. Falling without movement. Am I dead? Perhaps. Maybe a soul floating above my body. That can't be right—I can still feel my limbs as they hover above the ground. Use your head; something is holding you up. Suspended. Falling without movement. I'm hanging; now I understand. He put me here. He did this. He is gone now, I heard Him go. Though I never saw Him, I felt Him from the start. He was there. Haunting. She warned me—always look.  I looked around but never saw. Fool. I should have looked up, He was above. Falling without movement. I should have seen His face, bu

Who knew the Parades of Neptune would lead us to a journey long-- Where cunning and courage duel with deception, While the crew of men and hidden women battle every hour with the sea. Strong storms ahead, great waves below! The Ocean God seems keen to see that here the adventure will come to an end, and the crew shall be hurled to the deep!" "Not I shall be food for the sharks," we chant, "Nor She to be smashed on a reef!" And thus onwards and upwards we sail towards the heavens, Away from the treacherous sea.