Dancing in the frayHere I am, being to be,Moving to move,Seeing to see,Being just to be.Here I am, living for me,Living free,Gliding alongSinging a songBeing me,Being happily me,Watching the sun set,Watching time just glide away,Watching timeMaking rhymeFeeling fineJust drifting day by dayDancing in the frayLiving and here to sayHere to playBut not here to payLiving as much as can beAs much as one man can see.Being meAs much as one man can be,Here I am,Living life to the fullest,But kind of drifting away.
My nightmareI walk through bright green slime, that wrecks my skin face and hair, making me age.Where I walk, to a begging manA man supported from a rope bleeding from his wrists and neck, both are cut.torrents of blood flow from his wrists and into the slime.Friends of the begging man, pelt me with rocks screaming at me calling me a coward, a liar, and a betrayer.these friends where friends of mine, people that I held dear to me. people that I love and care about.The begging man pleads for me to help him and save him, he begs in a wheeze, he begs in a whisper.A wisper I can barely hear over the gurgle of the blood flowing from his neck, over the jeers of the friends of the begging man.He finally screams at me telling me it's my fault I can't reach him telling me it's my fault that he's suffering, telling me it's my fault he died.and his friends scream telling me it's my fault, that it's my fault, it's my fault.Finally, he screams one last agonizing scream, and dies, this man, this beggi
Watch and seeJust watch me,Dont judge.Actually watch me,Try to actually see.Dont hold a grudge.Just watch me,Please just watch me,Dont drag me through the sludge.Actually watch me,Watch me be me.I wont budgeJust watch me.Cant you hear me?I dont hold a grudge.Actually watch me,Hear my plea,Please dont judge,Just watch me.Actually watch me.
The blight - The paladinsThe paladinsI awake and look around looking for something to rest upon, when I hear very plainly in the once silent crypt, the cacophony of hooves hitting dirt and gavel and the clatter of chain and plate mail.Damn I wheeze under my breath, as the clatter of metal draws closerI turn over and lie on my back to stare at the crumbling ceiling and attempt to make, will my ancient mind to come up with a somewhat decent and resilient plan, when the ominous noise of the approaching doom stops, and the footsteps begin.I rise and stumble, and crawl to a coffin and tumble inside face down and stop my breathing. I hear the rich, bold, vindictive voices reciting unknown incantations into the deep opaque black.Do you suppose that that the vile thing is in here said one of them in a whiny high pitched snarl.Well I know one good way to find out he said in a low rich laughing voice.I risked a look to find this paladin holding a blazing ball of fire and light