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Demonic Raindrops
A demonic hell of a night,
crimzon sky's free fall.
Among the sins of the waters,
waves clash with the sky.
Breaking meekly,
this deamon is heartless and faceless.
He imbues the world with hate,
fear for another.
The waves keep breaking,
through the time and unparalleled loss.
Never a break in thrain of thought.
All the time spend watching the waves,
the hellfire sky.
To ponder and question,
does it all come back to me?
The simplest drop in the waters,
can make such a revision.
A critique that handicaps the wake,
waves are endless but not to me.
I fell swallowed up by the furnace,
lost in this place screaming to fall back into the righteousness.
Back to teh waves,
never to ponder the question only,
to lead the waters to break the wave once more without a question any longer.
Success, whether measured in business, family or love, is often determined by the "right" attitude. Unfortunately, maintaining that proper frame of mind, a positive attitude, isn't always easy. Sometimes, in spite of our best efforts, Life just seems intent on bringing us down.
Inspiration, however, is rarely far away - if we are but willing to look for it.
-An Old Friend
phil` your style seems to not change very much or it's about basicaly the same things, changing that might help mature your style or writing abilities. just a thought. besides the spelling errors it's not to shabby.