Howard Roark
New member
like feedback if thats possible? Sensations run shocking my vains of disbelief
In great fields of forsaken morals we found our true love
He sat their bleeding rivers and roses of red ecstasy
He looked pale and forgotten yet this is what he wanted
He looked pale and forgotten yet this is how he haunted
No eternal damnation would justify his doings in these great fields of ecstasy
Forgetting the all to common need to impress the depressing
He was not man for he was something to respect
A being of great awareness to his own subject
Malicious dancing brought pains great perfection
Legacy's of sad soul's who bring their proper regret
Trying to sneak into their grand damnable rest
Yet back in fields of disbelief
A thing of great torment
Indifferent to disguise
A lover of justified and horrible
demise
He was not a clown
Nor a priest
Nor god
Nor a beast
He was broken fields of green ties
He was the azure blue that never dies
He sets the sun, he calls the rain
He displays great beauty, mocking your pain
Yet he can love you
Not thru great schemes of proper regret
Not thru worship that forever besets
Not thru great bribes of eternal glorification
The only list of worships end should be the one we never lend
Call back to me on this great mountain
For he is my God, and for he is so gorgeous
He asks for no ego-trip, he asks nothing at all
He just knows we should be rejoicing
To witness his great fall
In great fields of forsaken morals we found our true love
He sat their bleeding rivers and roses of red ecstasy
He looked pale and forgotten yet this is what he wanted
He looked pale and forgotten yet this is how he haunted
No eternal damnation would justify his doings in these great fields of ecstasy
Forgetting the all to common need to impress the depressing
He was not man for he was something to respect
A being of great awareness to his own subject
Malicious dancing brought pains great perfection
Legacy's of sad soul's who bring their proper regret
Trying to sneak into their grand damnable rest
Yet back in fields of disbelief
A thing of great torment
Indifferent to disguise
A lover of justified and horrible
demise
He was not a clown
Nor a priest
Nor god
Nor a beast
He was broken fields of green ties
He was the azure blue that never dies
He sets the sun, he calls the rain
He displays great beauty, mocking your pain
Yet he can love you
Not thru great schemes of proper regret
Not thru worship that forever besets
Not thru great bribes of eternal glorification
The only list of worships end should be the one we never lend
Call back to me on this great mountain
For he is my God, and for he is so gorgeous
He asks for no ego-trip, he asks nothing at all
He just knows we should be rejoicing
To witness his great fall