ShadowBizu

Can a record still play when it is already broken? Would its music keep playing if its words are same spoken? A record that is loved can can also be tossed, And no one would care; a record has little cost. Can a record be heard if no one's around? Should a record be near when it gives little sound? Over time it will lose the love it once had All for a couple more songs not as sad. A couple of records are there by accord, But a single record is easily ignored. Perhaps it is time to pass a good bye To the broken record; there is no eye to eye. The record is lost; it cannot come back. For there are now records with joy without lack.

I try to help others; I try to be sure. Though they stare me down as though I am impure. I try to stay strong; I try to look cheery. Though they claim my eyes appear to be weary. Why try to please those who will only kick you down? A decade has gone wearing tears of a clown. Patience is virtue, though it also grows thin: Rewarding with naught but a flask of gin. Though there the very idea is wrong: Should that be my friend, I would rather seem strong. But why bother night and day? There must be another way. Sadly the cruel surround my life, Their presence sharp as a knife. I cannot shake them and yet I try to keep them pleased

Little children, what is it you see? Do you see the future self that you want to be? Just follow what I tell you and your dream's just one step away. Think of what you wish to see and look into the sky, Hold your wishes close to you and they will never die. Just follow what I tell you and your dreams will shine brighter every day. No matter if you walk through night or rain, Nothing will ever bring you down, Sunshine will light your way. Just hold your head up, And never give up. Have faith in yourself and you'll find endless possibilities. No matter what you do just know that we can make it through. You'll always be surrounded b

Darling I'll let you know Wherever this world takes you Is where we both should go But I won't be there to meet you And I know too well That this is my Hell What makes the future stronger Is right now I feel weaker If only for much longer Can I release the seeker? Or is this who I am? Darling I'll see you there Across the far horizon We'll act as if we don't care That the end is rising But has it even started If we began departed? What makes the future stronger Is right now I feel weaker If only for much longer Can I release the seeker? Or is this who I am?

Time only runs while others stand still, And yet they are exhausted with a lack of will. Time will change for worse or for best, Time will offer the ultimate test. A battle of patience and virtue to come Destroys the spirits of most than some. Yet there are those who continue to fight to the end, But even those who survive know their minds will bend. I'm a survivor in the battle of time. I have found ugliness as well as sublime. And yet I've gone nowhere; here I stand still, Fending of trials that will bend my will. For years I have battled, this feeling won't cease Until my very ideals have come to decease. I live life in "igno

This wretched curse, so fierce, so vile, Has survived the seasons for the while, And when shaken it stirs not, When hunted it shant be caught, Elusive as a fairy, Though nothing close as merry. Confusing, haunting, Unwanted, daunting, Harking at my chamber, For life it is remainder, Twisting body and mind, Creating deafening and blind. And here stands the mind of a Hatter, Cursed with nothing left to shatter And yet it still persists Even the darkest of the midsts: The midsts promised to never unfurl For it taints the blood of those not churl. The countdown has started, The mind has departed As illusions shall glisten In

A world that gives life And yet does not exist Spurns the thought of reality And in turn forms causality Between what is proper in midst And what creates daunting strife. A world that shows right in wrong Should be considered foe, Though rather becomes admired, Eventually desired, But truth was born from woe And lies are born from song. The song of mislead, Formed by mind of harm Is a cruel twist of fate! Though it is now too late. Slowly now arm in arm, Planted by false seed. Sadly, escape is naught, As the world returns unannounced. Attempt to flee and you will find That you will slowly lose your mind For society has announced That rest

Moments later, Jonathon stepped into the dining hall next and sat in front of the detective face to face. "Hello, Jonathon." said the detective with a smile. "I don't believe we've had a proper conversation, have we? I was rushed to the chambers so fast; I didn't have time to talk! Well... How about we start now?" "What is there to talk about?" asked Jonathon. "A murderer is afoot and nothing can be done about it!" Detective Aucoin took a deep breath. "Did you hear me? Nothing can be done!" "If nothing can be done, should I just pack up and leave?" asked the detective. Jonathon stared at him in shock. "I didn't think so. Mr. McQuin,

Once the detective closed the door behind him, he headed towards the living room where he found everyone minus Mrs. Thompson and her daughter. The living room had two sofas adjacent from one another with a glass table close to the entrance where a flower pot filled with roses stood. "Now, then! I'll ask each of you one by one to follow me to the dining hall three rooms over. I'll first ask Steven Thompson to follow me." Detective Aucoin led Mr. Thompson to the dining hall where the two sat down on opposite sides of the room. "Mr. Thompson. I was hoping we would speak again." "These are terrible times, sir." said Mr. Thompson. "A murderer

The detective and Mrs. Thompson, along with other members of the party, rushed to where the sound of the gunshot had occurred. Maria and Jonathon had both stepped from inside the house to witness the incident. All looked in shock as they saw the butler of Mrs. Thompson lie flat on the ground, blood falling from his head. "This... This is horrible." said Mrs. Thompson with dread. "Who would do something so cruel?" She watched as detective Aucoin approached the body and slowly crouched in front of it. He reached into his over coat and pulled out two white gloves. After putting them on, he carefully observed the head of the butler. "Why wou