Moments of time Chapter 1, a star ocean fanfic

Albel #1

Oceanographic society of the stars

Sees the play of this pathetic farce

And I an actor in pretty prancing play

Faking my way through childhood to reach a starving day

Moonlite Kirlsa ain't she grand

Busted and broken and bleeding and bastardized by my heavy hand

Take it back all I gave take it back and smile

I don't care I haven't given in such a while

I'm walking on the souls green mile

Walking on the fields of grass the needle beds and godly bile

Faking faking it faking it all to bloody bloody hell

Touch me and I won't move won't twitch my nerveless cell

See the ocean rolling above me, a thousand points of hellish light

See the comets fall, angels punted from heaven falling in the night

Albel #2

Atheistic one-show band

Fireball and metal hand

Hopelessness and dragon brand

Choking on a sea of sand

Make it come

I'll stand and say the silent sorrow of another day

Pointlessness and fallow fields

Another stinging harvest yields

And behind my grassy shield

My only dream is deathly sealed

Take it all

I won't stand to be shot down won't sleep when I lay down

Where were you when the lights went out

Where were you when I noosed myself

So red So dead so long so short no doubt

I dreamed you dead I killed myself

When I killed you

Now I have what I want and I hate myself and damn its good

Fayt #1

Stomach this, its okay to cry

I won't be here, I don't like to try

I hate you, my loving dear

Please don't mind me leaving

I know I that you are grieving

But I just have to fear what is this I fear?

You can shoot me when I turn my back

I don't care I won't look back

I don't want you and I hate it

I don't love you this was fated

Kill me

for yourself

Or at least do something

For yourself

You don't do nothing

For yourself

You just cry

For yourself

Well I'll die

For myself

Roger #1

Playing in the minutes stings to hell

Growing up make me retch

Another Apoptotic Apocalypse

Similar saliva stretch

I'm getting older

The world is colder

And heaven smolders

And drops its water boulders

On me and my friends the soldiers

As we grow older

As we kill our god

We're cannon fodder

Pathetic martyrs

Souls for barter

Where is Sartre?

I think he grew to old

Like us so bold

Grasping earth begins to fold

Yes I know it stinks but bear with me.Its a poetry page, how good can it be? 'sides I wrote this all over a 20 minute period so there aren't any new Howls for Carl Solomon (which by the way is a great poem).

Any way review at your discretion. You can flame me if you want. It makes me stronger.