BelongHow old is old enoughBelong by BobcatYahamanatano
To decide that you're too young?
Do I call your bluff
Do I give you all my love;
Or is it here that you belong?
Is this your song?
Are you a coward,
Or are you strong?
When the battle's over
Will your smile be gone?
Or will it be tainted,
By all that you've done?
And how old is too young
To decide you've had enough?
Do I try to call your bluff,
Like a mission sent from above
Or is this where you belong?
Are you lost at sea?
Or are you drowning
In your misery?
Will in the morning,
you be free?
Or will your vessel haunt you
For room to breathe?
If I stole you from the noose
Would your heart still find no use?
And If I gave you all my love,
If I tried to call your bluff;
Or is this
Where you belong?
Second StepCome,Second Step by BobcatYahamanatano
My sinful Dove tell me
What you know of love,
No one gets out of here
leave your memories behind
They'll only slow you in time,
And no one gets out of here alive,
in this moment I confide,
By your loose lipped grin I abide;
If from the morning light
should we hide,
We won't make it alive,
MotiveA fire breath'd out by nightMotive by BobcatYahamanatano
Of breath by wicked candlelight
Thy knell, this knoll encompass thee
Thine tribulation, broken free
Mine soul does scathe this brittle wall
Pounding heard, and pounding hard
That heart-felt sounding, may alarm
That breath so cherished now aloft
And may my cancer pray thee this
That by no moonlight shall I miss
A finger doled on rotting flesh
And by thine message may refresh
Should healthy ire grant its boon
This wretched man, alive too soon
Death of the soul. Anguish,Death of the soul. by Fantaseii
among the bittersweet taste of love's tattered remains.
Her every presence, bringing with it sorrow and despair.
Here, I sit alone,
the taste of crimson written across my flesh.
For I was never worthy, nay, for the comfort of your infinite affections.
Love was poison, smoldering my tongue by the touch of a harlot.
Given only with hidden motive.