Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Quotations of Kazuki Ferret ❯ Call of the Forgotten ones ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Call of the Forgotten Ones

Place your ear to the air and hear the calls on the wind
Hear what these lonely souls have to say to you hear what the voices have to say to you
You'd best listen well, one day you will be a part of this chorus of forgotten voices
Calling out in desperation to the black emptiness around you in this horrible prison
Hoping someone is listening to abate your loneliness, some to hold your hand
Lead you to the unseen banks of the river, loan you the money for the toll
Help you find your way to where you truly belong, save you from the place of darkness
Even if you aren't listening they're calling out to you

I sit upon a lonely throne, built of sadness and severed limbs
Emptiness I call it my home, my home is my prison cell
In my own way there I roam so sadly alone in the crowd
A terrible man, so painfully alone; forgotten by those in the light
This where I'm forced to play until my muscle work no more
This world aint fair
Bastard eats you when you let it
This life, I've given in
Pieces they fall from me

This emptiness is my sole throne, my only friend is my suffering
I stand alone in the emptiness I call 'ome
As barren and lonely as a desert with no sands, hopelessness personafied
Come out and play with me, hide in my fox-hole from the falling bombs
I reign over sadness all my own and mine alone
I'm all alone, even my shadow left me

My suffering pays my high taxes, strange fee for a place I want to leave
Tears, tears, tears, my tears seemingly for years they will fall
They fall as rain, crimson rain upon the fine sands of my desert
Alone I bear this unbearable pain

Teased and pushed around by those with more pull then myself
Survive by standing my own damned ground, fangs beared
All alone I sit on my cursed throne, a pinewood box
Every one of my sins is another grain of sand
Bury me, bury ME DAMN IT!
Add the sands I let it, shovel the sand into the hole
Bury me deep as the parde lets it as he speaks the long verses
Laid down, at least six feet down by the look of the hole

Emptiness is my palace, large empty halls to mock me
Fill it up with bottled malice no happiness to found here
I am the lord of my sadness, crimson tears on my face
I survived with my own madness a terrible rage born of my loneliness
I feel the prying eyes, accusing me of more crimes that I can't remember if I did
Burying me deeper into my diseased mind as if it was my grave
As if I wished I could have died

Alone I live my own way, wishing for goddess to send me a friend
Alone I suffer my agony in silence my screams muted to the crowd
Alone I build myself a place I built this palace, a castle fit for a proud king
Here I sit reigning above and below the human race
This is where one like me belongs I've found my proper place

Never seen the light of day, at least it seems that way
I've forgotten the warmth of the sun's loving light
The flowers have long withered away, tears no long fall to water them
This world aint never fair the bastard eats you if you let it
Emptiness is where I play some strange shadow boxing match with my own hate
Sitting upon an empty throne, ruling over no one
Never gave in to the words they say
Try to see me fall away
Away

Alone I can never come back home never see my friends again
Memories of my smiling face seen so far away, so do their smiling faces
They seem so out of place a smile upon my face?
Pick up my pieces, please pick up my pieces
I've come undone
Pick up my pieces, put them together as a feared puzzle
Pieces are only as good as the whole, when I was whole I could smile
My face seems so strange, cracked lines and an unending frown

I feel so painfully alone here on this throne, wearing a crown of throrns
Alone I'm so painfully sad I feel myself dying
Alone?
I feel as though I died, yes I feel a blade planted in my back
I died?

Empty is my palace, noone to comfort me from my self-inflicted wounds
Filled with heated malice cooking myself, the burns don't hurt
There I reign, the king of madness
There I reign in sadness the source of my true pain
Try and fight my malice, they to escape this horrid place
Alone I suffer this agony in silence, but I'll keep screaming
I can only hope my cries aren't lost on deaf ears, someone must be listening

One, two, three, four
The world is a cheap whore
I've wanted nothing less than to quietly burn with all the rest
You want nothing more than to reign in war
I've never wanted nothing more
Than a little rest for my decaying bones, my body can't go further
You've wanted nothing less than to shoot me in the chest
They want nothing less, than to all be the best

The world seems so far away...
I can get away... I don't want to stay away...
I want to pick up my pieces
And see them put as a whole again
Start what I left when I went away...
Begin to another end...
I don't want to stay away from you, I miss you more then you miss me
But I died anyway I tried to hold on I tried to live, I'd give anything for one more day
I live on only in the hearts of those I left behind, live my day for me
Please don't let me fade away, return my unending love
Remember me as I remember you, place flowers on the grave
Keep that big smile I remember on you face, maybe if you're happy I can be too
Just don't let me fade away, your memories keep me alive
Don't let me fade away as another forgotten soul
Listen to the call of the forgotten ones, hear our cries
Don't let me fade a w a y (to fade)