Worlds Apart

There's a voice in the wind so familiar it sings him to sleep, and yet it's melody's so terribly empty. So the boy drops his pin and wind section instruments cling to the beat, and now together they ascend to an ending. It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come. But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one. But the question remained and it plagued the boy’s conscience for days. Who was this beautiful voice he kept hearing? So he sat and he waited so patiently. Aching to say that it was of her he'd been dreaming. It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come. But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one. Patience, for she's heard you and it's only a matter of time. She's on her way to come get you and you're going to be just fine. She pulled up at the street lights. "Get in we're going for a ride. The walk’s too long, you'll get there in half the time if you take a seat on the shotgun side.” She's in the palm of your hand. It was a beautiful song, the first of many to come. But meant the start of a bond, precious only to one. He sat and he gazed to the driver’s seat, somehow afraid. Now it’s the chance you've been waiting. Come now boy, at some point you would have to be brave. You should trust in yourself at least once in a while, if not today... And now she's driving in circles. She's in the palm of your hand. It's now. Don't skip on your chance. It's time. Don't skip on your chance. But what the future holds no one knows...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Tape; stop. Play. So turn it up on your tape controls, and move your bones to the sound of the radio. Just leave a message, I'm with all my friends. She's on hold, the teleprompter's spelling out your name. Prepare to lose control. Take the call. She wants to take you to a higher place. I'm booked out for the week. And I'm Grinding Teeth. Just leave a message I'm out, but I'm coming back. I'm Grinding Teeth. I think it's starting to get bad. I'm coming back. With the drippings from the sky... She's on hold, the teleprompter's spelling out your name. Prepare to lose control. Take the call. She wants to take you to a higher place. I'm booked out for the week. Time has taken its toll. It's time to answer this call. It's time to answer this call. Let's go. And I'm Grinding Teeth. Just leave a message I'm out, but I'm coming back. I'm Grinding Teeth. I think it's starting to get bad. I'm coming back.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Reborn into a plain renowned for ancient powers. Reformed by alchemy and ways of age-old chemistry. And with these blades I'm going to paint the town. A prototype this strength was always in me. It took a new plain to unlock beyond skin deep. This is me without constraints or bounds; you say that's what it's about… No it's not me, I'm honoured but save the crown. I think I want out, this isn't what I'm about. No it's not me, I'm worried I’ll paint the town. It's Power Overwhelming. You're going to see less of me.All the things that you confessed to me, our faith in one another; rest in peace. Now you want to be left alone. This was never to be set in stone. Which you would’ve known, if you would check your phone. Now I'm alive, I've been made your device. So put me on your shelf. Put me on your shelf, with your most prized possessions. Put me on your shelf. Somehow I've told myself I was reborn into a plain renowned for ancient powers. Reformed by alchemy and ways of age-old chemistry. And with these blades I'm going to paint the town. A prototype this strength was always in me. It took a new plain to unlock beyond skin deep. No it's not me, I'm honoured but save the crown. I think I want out, this isn't what I'm about. No it's not me, I'm worried I'll paint the town. It's Power Overwhelming.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Darling, I'll make you proud. I've been working myself down to the bone. and painting this dream I've found; this is a fucking house and this is not a home.No, this is not a home. Down at the theatre you're saving my seat. And it's the play we've both been waiting to see. But I'm out tonight, I'm caving and weak. The curtains are drawn, the lights come on. You'll have to watch it alone. And it was Midnight Run. In a way we both experienced one. It was a Midnight Run. In a way we both… Darling I'll make you proud. I've been working myself down to the bone. and painting this dream I've found; this is a fucking house and this is not a home.No, this is not a home. Honesty found. Just promise me now you'd want to be around after the Midnight Run. I know this is how it ends, but I can't leave my friends. Now I can't think of the words, but it was something about a means to an end. Darling I'll make you proud. I've been working myself down to the bone. and painting this dream I've found; this is a fucking house and this is not a home. No, this is not a home.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Above these fallow plains of salt and wires, form the droplets that would land and dehydrate the soil. And so sounds the song, with howls and shrieking; A gift from this earth’s keeper, uncontrollably weeping. And I'm thinking that she must've forgotten where she left me last. And it's starting to become a real problem, when I'm living in the Dead Plains. It's a paradox. Dead Plains. Her tears turn to salt. Dead Plains. Now she cries for her friend, but it's the sadness in her heart in which she's grown to depend. Life is slipping, and it's starting to feel as if oxygen is thinning. There goes the sound from where the clouds are, so block your ears because her song is getting louder. I guess she's getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure. But she's left me in the Dead Plains. It's a paradox. Dead Plains. Now her tears turn to salt. Dead Plains. Now she cries for her friend, but it's the sadness in her heart in which she's grown to depend. And I'm thinking that she must've forgotten where she left me last. I guess she's getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure. Maybe she wanted some. But she'll never let me out. No, she'll never let me out. Help somebody, anybody? Anybody? No, she'll never let me out. Guess I'm stuck living in the Dead Plains.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025