Change is inevitable and unavoidable. Have you done your part? For everything, we are worth, for everything, we are created--why haven't you stood to be counted? What has taken so long to realize the great in us? What has taken so long to realize the great within them? Them being Age of the Fall. Is it out of fear? Is the the questioning fear, you have? That no one will accept you once, you have opened your heart to the cause many are fighting. Wouldn't care to join? Well start to think different, the darkness slowly covers what is left of your remaining corpse.Undying love is unconditional. People are merely puppets in a chess world. The devil is our puppeteer. Age of the Fall is our salvation. We are in a world where everything matters. We are in a world of chaos. Every day is an internal struggle to fight the demons of the world. Every day is an external struggle to protect loved ones and our very souls from the demons of the world. Slowly they creep and command but we are not powerless. Believe what you will because we are powerful. We are a danger to society and powerful enough to stop and change. Fear cannot be a reason not to do so. Becoming less in not an option either. Moving forward won't let you fall.For all your problems, let it rest upon my ears.Slowly fading what you have become.For all your troubles, nail it upon my heart.In this instant, snapping away from the norm.For all your thoughts, let it rest upon my palm.Protection comes at a price. What are you willing?For all your worries, let it escape through the soul of the cause where it'll bury itself, letting you become free.Have you? The door is open; the soul is forever.Don't let the demons trail or the fears embed in their new home.You've become the master in an ill fated world. Where has that gone?
Darkness descends…it is arising—your demise. Sweet demise, oh sweet agony will bestow upon a forgotten friend with a tortured heart mixed with manipulation. The veil removed and the heartstrings tugged. The worries are not over only beginning, the start of your troubles. Come follow into a world where arms accept you and deliverer justice. Come follow into a world where individuality is accepted and proudly boasted upon right. Come follow into a world where on the other side of the coin…change will be inevitable.
There is a place, I want to be; a place called paradise.
I am one of the many. I am one of the fall, the graceless being unifying the suffering mortals. Denying no longer my purpose this is where I have settled. I have settled within their clutches. I’ve finessed my home standing tall to be counted amid them. It takes a second to apprehend the truth but a decade to distinguish a lie. What part of life is worth playing? The edges or smooth? What part of death is worth playing, the double-edge sword or death in itself? You ask, you decide.
But it seems far reached or non-existence.
It takes a single step to start a new while trying not to fool your own self. It takes a single step to start a journey knowing failure lurks every curve. It takes a single step to dissolve the demons that cling to cloak nakedness. Your façade is damaged with wickedness, how long could it last until shambling. Hasn’t your soul cried with release, with anguish knowing superficial spells demise? It truly descends upon you, the oblivion to a wicked soul.
Like the chains of old, the chains of rust, the chains of death, so I foresee their downfall.
Hell has frozen over; your heart tells us so. It’s no surprise that everything can turn cold all of sudden. It’s no surprise that this life isn’t easy. However, when has thought played a significant role in life? Shouldn’t actions speak louder than those thoughts? What’s your resolution? What’s your desire? What’s your action? What’s your antidrug? What’s your change—your inevitable contribution to this, this horrid society that captures the souls of forgotten to be played as instruments? They seek confront of the void. Their trembling hearts are no longer; as the final stages are given to have, purity…wicked.
A crack has risen within them.
This is my wicked soul: a follower and believer to Age of the Fall and their cause.
Take it with ease, with please.
Stand for what you believe in.
And see what you unleash.
What is your wicked soul?
Darkness intrudes upon a shadowy world. The darken clouds over head cast violently the vibrant pains of the human heart.
Where love seems to fail, the arms of someone enwraps your being and places tender warmth on a delicate spot they know so well upon your cheek, which makes you feel compelled to challenge the world.
The saving grace rains down on the lost and forgotten, willing to pull them from exile into cleansing the good will mortal souls.
Catch me as I lay my last breath upon you. Watch me embrace you and watch me love you. Take care, in heaven’s open gaze, the fragments left un-shattered by heartbreaks havoc. Dream that sins will be forgiven and forgotten and that an unstable world can become realistically moral balanced.
I won’t, I won’t leave without a trace. I won’t be erased.
Standing by your side, I hear the rapid heartbeats of symphony. The force that pulls me to you crumbles last second love. You’re lost, swimming in an abyss of ecstasy while I drown in my thoughts unprepared by the world’s forthcoming voice of hope and fortitude to steer me strength in wishing you caution and care.
Does it feel like we’ve never been alive? Does it seem like it’s only just begun?
But when it comes crashing down there is nothing left to say.
Your figure is cold, no more warmth. I’m wrapped in ice and it turns me pale. Has your soul slipped? Is mine going too?
As I raise my arm halfway within the bitter embrace, my skin dissolves into dust. I’m fading away, losing that bond of love. I am too gone just like you. I never wanted this, never asked for it.
Seconds are ticking and tears fall into the wind. What I have become? Nothing that suits you, I believe. I’m trapped in my own world, decaying in a demise that was predestined. You’re everything I got and you’re slipping away. Let the crude come and let it come quick. The execution is what I search for but it has come slowly forsaking the body that catered to you.
It’s simple don’t you see? Hold me tight and love me but there is nothing to grab. I’m fading, decaying, breaking right here as you do the same but emotionlessly.
I’m right here, loyal to you. I’m right here, ready to lend my hands. I’m right here, willing to rip out my heart and pass it to you. If you don’t understand this, then you will never understand that I am right here with my open soul begging to give you shelter in my being. My soul is a sanctuary, it’s a house for you take refuge in however too late—you had your chance.
Goodbye...
Where love seems fails, the arms of someone enwraps my being and places tender warmth on a delicate spot they know so well upon my cheek, which makes me feel compelled to challenge the world.
If I pretend, you may not see the pain I’m in.
With much love,I Play Dead
