Week 2: timeless (1-0) vs. TYSON (0-1) \\ timeless wins 6-0

timeless · 03-04-2014, 05:02 AM

An alliance of storms, into one they aligned and warned
to remember what’s left, yet we all denied to mourn.
Tears weighed by ocean’s depth,
Rain came with a motion of death, choking our breath.
Clouds in power now, and to the sky they spoke and said…
…”Fade away moon, you must have your light shine elsewhere”.
Spoonful of monotony in between our lifeline’s healthcare,
the spite type of welfare created for those inclined less.
Except we rewind…unraveling such a designed death.
Left us blind and spineless, standing in the rain
that only pours silence, disbanding, stranded in vein.
Mutual type of recluse, such excitement we choose,
to enlighten moods when our strength’s divided by two.
In line with a few souls who stay stuck delighted by news
of the fallen struggle, we soon invited the truth.
Every step we take throws gravity off balance.
Sanity’s lost talent, like calamity taught phalanx.
Such malice, breathe in tune with drums of passion,
mashing thoughts into one sum of lust/love clashing.
They didn’t buy it, instead they bought cups and baskets
just to put a lid on to preserve the trust we’re lacking.
All’s I ask for…is some fucking peace and quiet.
Calories weighed in silence is how I breached my diet.
The undertow of imagery, the void of what we see…
…annoys much it seems, coy spirit of trust to seek.
We’re dying inside, not much more of a point to make.
Weather the storm of death and join your fate.
Enjoy what you create because it will be gone soon,
our day’s directions are limited similar to a pawn’s move.
Such the taunt too…with no light at the end of the tunnel.
If life had a point…it’s only message was subtle.

03-04-2014, 05:02 AM	#8
timeless past tense Join Date: Nov 2013 Location: NJ Posts: 1,623 Battle Record: 22-39 Rep Power: 4341329	An alliance of storms, into one they aligned and warned to remember what’s left, yet we all denied to mourn. Tears weighed by ocean’s depth, Rain came with a motion of death, choking our breath. Clouds in power now, and to the sky they spoke and said… …”Fade away moon, you must have your light shine elsewhere”. Spoonful of monotony in between our lifeline’s healthcare, the spite type of welfare created for those inclined less. Except we rewind…unraveling such a designed death. Left us blind and spineless, standing in the rain that only pours silence, disbanding, stranded in vein. Mutual type of recluse, such excitement we choose, to enlighten moods when our strength’s divided by two. In line with a few souls who stay stuck delighted by news of the fallen struggle, we soon invited the truth. Every step we take throws gravity off balance. Sanity’s lost talent, like calamity taught phalanx. Such malice, breathe in tune with drums of passion, mashing thoughts into one sum of lust/love clashing. They didn’t buy it, instead they bought cups and baskets just to put a lid on to preserve the trust we’re lacking. All’s I ask for…is some fucking peace and quiet. Calories weighed in silence is how I breached my diet. The undertow of imagery, the void of what we see… …annoys much it seems, coy spirit of trust to seek. We’re dying inside, not much more of a point to make. Weather the storm of death and join your fate. Enjoy what you create because it will be gone soon, our day’s directions are limited similar to a pawn’s move. Such the taunt too…with no light at the end of the tunnel. If life had a point…it’s only message was subtle.