'My dream's have been shattered"

 

'My soul is curled on the floor being battered'

 

"Demons have no regard for feelings"

 

"Behind my back they make dark dealings"

 

'My personae is lying, dying on the floor"

 

'My soul shall never again soar, forever more"

 

"I pick myself back up off the floor"

 

"I go after the demon's to settle the score"

 

"Tearing down their false ideals, i scream triumphant on the moore" 

 

"They will never hold sway on me, like they did before"

 

"Tear's flow down my face"

 

"I kneel on the ground warding off undeserved disgrace"

 

"I pick up the pieces of my dream"

 

"I shall mend them with hope and love"

 

"The dream shan't die,fore,i have love" 

 

"And tis' love that dreams are made of" 

 

C.j. Mugleston 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desperation is my measure

 

Out of this i get much pleasure

 

Thinking scheming with my mind

 

I refuse to be left behind

 

Must find a way to get cold coin

 

My garb and i must ajoin

 

Darkness becomes infected with light

 

I must set everything right

 

Lots of evil coin to raise

 

My thoughts are a whirling blaze

 

Everything fades into a haze

 

I am sinking into a black daze

 

Limited time until the end

 

I question whats around the bend 

 

 

 

-C.j. Mugleston 

 

 

 

 

He runs in terror sheer

 

Fast as he runs he cant escape the fear

 

A feeling settles in his stomach, cold

 

He should have never been so bold

 

The beast runs through the woods

 

It's after the mans bloody goods

 

It smells him up ahead

 

Soon the man shall be dead

 

The man stumbles over a log

 

He falls headlong into the fog

 

The beast jumps upon him reaming

 

The man abruptly ends his screaming

 

The beast stalks back to his lair

 

Blood and gore drip from his hair

 

He waits until the next hunter comes

 

He licks the last bit of blood from his gums

 

 

 

- C.j. Mugleston 

 

 

 

Oh, bright sunny loathsome sky's

 

Why must you bring sickness to my eyes

 

I would much rather take flight

 

Into the dark grey stormy skys of night

 

A grey depressing day is such a lovely sight

 

Sunny days are bright and hot

 

Ideal weather to make things rot

 

Bright skys seem so crude

 

Stormy skys change to suit my mood

 

The sun will make you die

 

On a summer day you'll curl up and frie

 

I would much rather see the Rain

 

Sunny days only bring pain

 

So please bring on torrents of rain

 

 

 

-C.J. Mugleston