Field of Flowers
Being with you is like lying in a field of flowers
I feel so free
Of course the field has a few weeds
But everytime one grows we'll pull it out
No matter how big it is
And we'll let the flowers grow
We'll grow with them
We'll die and they'll die someday
But behind we'll leave little flowers
So they can grow up and make more
We'll continue the cycle and so will our children
And our children we'll water the flowers and pull the weeds
Just like we did
And even after death we can be happy
Knowing we live on in the little flowers
Hell
Deep in the Earth lies a place of nightmares
A place where all dreams turn into nightmares
And all nightmares become worse
Death surounds everything
The stench of rotton corpses fills the air with misery
Evils lies here in it's purist form
An aura of the dead is beneath the ground
Fountains spew blood instead of water
And all is always black as night
Corrupted men and women that were of kind souls now are forever loyal to a dark force
The dark force is as powerful as needed and can not be stopped
Where he walks skulls of all races rise to comfort his feet like a red carpet
Terror arises
To look into his eyes is to feel the pain of eterinty in a minute
Your own corrupted soul crumbels to dust and you know
All hope is lost if he rises to the living's lands
Two for now... A happy and a sad... I think I might have posted Hell here before.. Not sure.. :sweatface: