Shed Thy Body

[brook4]

Haven't been out here for a while. The second line of the third stansa has to do with the poem That Sunday Blood Stained Tie there's a link to in in my sig. Hope you like it.

Shed Thy Body

The flesh is deadly,
With it’s demonic medley.
It holds in the fear,
My pride your love doth sear.
~ ~ ~
My nature lives to make you mad,
My nature is what makes you sad.
You strip my flesh off my bone,
And apply a garment with your soothing tone.
~ ~ ~
I look away, not worthy of sight,
But you still hold to my heart so tight.
You warm me with you great embrace,
And I perceive your glorious face.
~ ~ ~
You give me wings so I may fly,
I remove from your back, that blood stained tie.
I ascend to heaven a being of light,
I now can say, I won the fight.

[metalkeyboards]

What kind of music are you guys?
Is that your band in the sig?

[brook4]

I am working on getting a guitarist for my new band. the band in my sig is my old band. we played at life light (christian music fastivle in south dakota) and went on tour with life light. but it's done now and probubly will never happen again. the music my new band will play (once I get my guitarist) is heavy metal. I play drums, have a bass player. just need guitar. my bass player can sing, and I'm going to scream, (screaming drummer, preaty cool huh) I have a lower tone scream kinda like BTA.

[empyreanishardcore]

I like it. If you ever need a bassist, call me. (just kidding).

[Solid]

empyreanishardcore said:

I like it. If you ever need a bassist, call me. (just kidding).

I'm a guitarist...and I need to learn bass soon...but good luck on your search!...and before I go totally off topic, I really liked the poem. Keep it up. Got anything else?

[brook4]

I have alot more.
Just wrote this one yesterday.

Chant of the Vampire,

We live in darkness, evading the sun.
We stalk our prey, what’s done is done.
We hide from light, hissing at day.
We live at night, enjoying our play.
~ ~ ~
You run from us, as we chase you.
You scream at our face, and our pail hue.
You die by us, as you give in to self.
You have no hope, but to become ones self.
~ ~ ~
They fallow you when you turn your back.
They wait to pounce when you enter the black.
They drain you of life when you get caught.
They always won when ever you fought.
~ ~ ~
Then the light comes, and we all flee.
For it makes even us drop to our knee.
The light is strength, and we can’t compare.
Our weak limbs the light dose tear.