Post by Aenrox on Nov 25, 2015 21:46:36 GMT -5
I don't right much but just in case I'll leave this here for future use maybe or some shit.
I wrote a thingy for songwriting class, it seems more like a smol story at this point but my teacher is gonna help make a tune for it apparently. Soo ju st gonn a pl op this here since I made it based off Aenrox.
A traveler lost above ground
In cities and suburbs of humanity
The scent of childhood memories holds firm as the redwood crate
Masked by the security of doubt with earth as its weapon
The vibrations settle on drying skin
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
Behind thick fogs of rigor
Images lay dormant under desire driven abstractions
What's seen is not colors, but greed
Broken souls search for the lifeblood of empathy
Straying further from the plane
A husk looking to be filled with the life of another
Spirits have fled
Leaving only a need to be lead to a place where
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
Purpose fuels the pursuit of a pulse
fading from the young
Reviving the ones thought dead
Wondering what factors caused silent playgrounds
If only for a moment
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
*I'm still trying to get better at writing so critiques would be greatly appreciated :W
I wrote a thingy for songwriting class, it seems more like a smol story at this point but my teacher is gonna help make a tune for it apparently. Soo ju st gonn a pl op this here since I made it based off Aenrox.
A traveler lost above ground
In cities and suburbs of humanity
The scent of childhood memories holds firm as the redwood crate
Masked by the security of doubt with earth as its weapon
The vibrations settle on drying skin
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
Behind thick fogs of rigor
Images lay dormant under desire driven abstractions
What's seen is not colors, but greed
Broken souls search for the lifeblood of empathy
Straying further from the plane
A husk looking to be filled with the life of another
Spirits have fled
Leaving only a need to be lead to a place where
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
Purpose fuels the pursuit of a pulse
fading from the young
Reviving the ones thought dead
Wondering what factors caused silent playgrounds
If only for a moment
A thought conclusively declares
There were children in this town
*I'm still trying to get better at writing so critiques would be greatly appreciated :W