a depressing rant of a new form... read if you care

[Will Bozarth]

Growth of Death

The ocean cries my name
The gentle mist the breeze takes forth
I cry out its name
For, I will miss it dearly

I know what many do not
A secret held within my grasp
Fingers glued tight to what may hurt
Not I, but many others

A god may be above
But this has nothing to do with him
It has nothing to do with us
The battle of myself

I shall not plot my destruction
Yet, I have in the past
This is purely natural
So I let it bring forth its agony

You think you know pain
But not the pain I will soon know
Tears will be shed
Not I, but many others

I know of my fate
You shall see soon
Eat away my insides…
The growth of death has begun.

By Will Bozarth
November 7, 2003

 

[Super Mahrio]

Cool! i like it...very doomy...
i wrote this badass almost celtic sounding riff today....thats the extent of my creativity for the day

 

[Will Bozarth]

thanks heh. sad to say the object of it is not fiction haha

congrats on the riff. celtic metal. hmmm

 

[Captain Beard]

Sounds like my chances of seeing Nevermore in concert anytime soon, actually.

 

[Will Bozarth]

if only

 

[RIP50]

HAHAHAHAHAHA

you should kill yourself for writing such a lame piece of shit.

 

[Will Bozarth]

btw, your message board is gay

 

[426]

You'll keep working on this one? Or is it finished? Some of your lyrics are longer, is why I'm asking.

 

[Will Bozarth]

nah, thats it. just wanted to write something quick

 

[mReEtTaIlRsEkD]

good stuff, along with maharet i wrote a new riff today!
melodic thrash with a touch of viking at the end. mwuhaha!

 

[RIP50]

nah, thats it. just wanted to write something quick

You didn't have to tell us that big guy