HumongousFungus

Take my hand, and I will lead you through the night. Along a winding moonlit path. Down a smooth cobbled road, long forgotten since days of old. Lost in the wilderness of the forest. The moon watches closely as we run through the dark. Hurry! We haven't much time! Take my hand and I will lead you into the darkness. To a place where creatures of the night dwell. You have nothing to fear, I am here and I will be your safety. On the edge of the lake is where we stop and wait. Listen closely ... can you hear it? The wind is whishpering our names, the spirits of the forest are pleased we came. Out on the water something move

I knew her once, when her eyes were bright. When she was truly happy, and smiled with real delight. Her vices control her life now. I try to help her, try to free her. Yet I fear I know not how. She sits before me in the chair she always has done, but she is not the same person anymore, shes barely even a "someone". I watch her drift further and further with each passing day, but to bring her back to the person she was there is nothing I can do or say. Her vices have taken control, and as time progresses I watch them as they eat her soul. Till finally there is nothing left of her... but the faint shadow of her smile.

I'll never understand these plastic people with their plastic faces living in their plastic places. Constantly changing their apprearance pushing natural beauty to incoherence changing nature's intent with their interference. These plastic people in their plastic nation have warped the perception of nature's intention moulding it to their own creation twisting the human form into an abomination. But when youth and beauty fade they'll look in the mirror at what they've made all will be left is the plastic that will never fade while the rest of them is put to rest in a plastic grave.

Come lay with me on the grass, let all your troubles of the world pass. Do not notice or care about the passing of time, just be still for a while and clear your mind. Listen for a moment to the wind through trees, forget the daily worries that bring you to your knees. Feel nothing else but the grass beneath your fingertips and warmth of sunshine caressing your lips. Savour what your senses feed you and allow serenity to run through and through. Let your eyes wander over the sky you see and for a time let the rest of the world cease to be. Come lay with me on the grass, let all your troubles of the world pass. Stay for a while,