Cross stitch pattern based on the artwork of Amy K Brown ( all rights reserved ) available on icgcrafts.com and Everything Cross Stitch - If you don't see it, ask about it, they will be happy to assist.
UntitledCall to me, darkness of my night
When nothing more lingers of winters twilight
Call to me, sweet depths of my soul
Take me from this rapture and ease me as I go.
A million angels falling
None there to catch thier form
Lost in the lingering darkness
This travelled path dead and worn.
Call to me, darkness of my night
Set forth the demons to thier flight
Call to me, sweet depth of my soul
Release me here from the life which I stole.
Merely a child though I walk this path
Now until my time has past
I call to me the darkness close
So that when i vanish, I will die as a ghost.
None to remember
None to know
Where I am
Or where I go
I will not return
Nor say farewell
Though when I pass
All the stars will have fell...
Weep not for me
Nor cry for my pain
Say nothing to remember
As there is nothing to gain.
Tell those I love, I miss them much
But I am now, in heavens touch
Where I dwell the angels sing
But i am in darkness, wrapped in demons wing...
Let Me DieI Close my eyes
And I'll fade away
With a heart, a heart thats gone
Let me Fall
Won't you Let me die
With nothing more to say
Floating down the River Stix tonight
And there is Nothing more to give
There is nothign more to say
It has all been lost
all been past over again today
And nothing can revive
Nothing can bring me back
For I have lost the path, lost the light
and I'm gone, from your sight
Floating down the River Stix tonight
I could have turned my path
I could have walked away
I could have called for you
I could have been okay
But here I am
Without you by my side.
So I will follow you
And tonight I will die
Passing Overdripping blood upon the gilded cresent moon of times lost life
I find me floating within a sea of death
before me no end in sight
behind me no releif of terror
passage end, never will i know the santuary i have lost...
Sweet sanctuary give me now the passage that I see
through sweet incombant trails upon the river stix
Bring me forth salvation in the waking of my mind and let me pass
let me pass
let me find... my final call
FallenFallen aggressions, how you have torn from me my soul...
Left wilted this flower of mans humanities
Lost among the banter of her mind...
Heavens hands have graced my lips with the tender tragedies of lifes conclusions...
Yet here I fall from my graces alone unto the earths demise
My wings torn a sunder from my flesh, my home taken from me as I am left to fend the wolves from sight
And I fall...
The light that once held me so close now a distant haze within my eyes...
the glimmer of what was is now a memory that fades beyond my touch....
I kneel here now, alone and unknowing to those about me
An angel once born....now the demon of your mind
Are we so different form each other...
My brethren that let me fall...
Are we so different now my loved one...that you let me plunge without your arms to catch me
StepI wandered the night without hope in my heart, the thought of losing it all in my mind.
I climbed the steps to a place where I looked down upon the world, each step bringing me to a final passage.
Step...and I think of the world
Step...and I think of what I've done
Step...and I think of you
Step...and I remember so much
Step...and I see myself as though in a mirror and like I am no longer there
Step...and I look out over everything
Standing there upon the edge of what seems the world. Rocking slowly on a ledge that holds me to it as the winds caress my skin billowing my hair behind me. The clouds are dancing this night in amoungst the stars and moon, and all I hear is silence from up here....all I feel is peace.
I look down. There are no more steps, nothing more to walk upon....
So sweet the smell that surrounds me, so gentle the call of the world to my ears. I can hear my heart beating...I can feel the rise and fall of my lungs within my chest and the pull of the material of my skirt
Gothic ChildeLost, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How we see even when our eyes are closed
Paint your face in masks of shadows
To try and hide this truth of who you are
Walk these street wearing a plastic smile so they cannot see.
Forgotten, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How you wore your bloodied heart upon your sleeve
Wrapped in black satin ribbons and tarnished gold foil to hide the cracks
Not to let another see your scars, the broken and battered you
Moving through this world looking like some porcelin doll on display.
Broken, My Sweet Gothic Childe
How you fall like shards of shattered glass upon stone
Stained in blood you cannot shelter from the rain
Trying to hide the blade you ran across your pale flesh
Walking the world with razor blades laced upon your soul
Hiding your truth so none will know your suicidal tendancies.
My Sea of FacesIt is hard at times to face the reality of situations
To see the world as it is and for what it is
Sometimes I think my life is more like some giant canvas where everything is painted onto it, piece by piece with an unseen brush. All my hopes, my fears.. the dark and the light of my being all come crashing together like some foreign collide-scope of color and there I am in the middle of it all nothing more then a faded blurry statue of myself surrounded by something I can no longer feel or hear or smell.
I have been told heaven is a creation in our minds, that each person sees differently what it is that will greet them and that hell is truly a place where you and you alone are the tormentor of your soul.
If this were true, then could I not state that heaven is that idealistic dream I have in my mind, that never ending fairy tale where all is beautiful and perfect. Where nothing wrong ever happens or if it does there is always a prince to catch you at the end. kisses are surrounded wit