Domos-Noteped

1. Warrior 2. Goddess 3. Pain 4. Light 5. Kind 6. Happiness 7. Magic [Finished, titled "Flame of Fiends"] 8. Horror 9. Fear 10. Hope 11. Cry 12. Dance 13. Theater 14. Pretend 15. Mask [Finished] 16. Puppets 17. Control 18. Falling [Finished] 19. Water 20. Wrath 21. Insanity 22. Love [Finished, Titled "Other Romance"] 23. Murder 24. Strong 25. Weak 26. Butterflies 27. Dragonflies 28. Torment 29. Memory 30. Alone 31. Stupidity 32. Group 33. Kites 34. Party 35. Games 36. Maze 37. Greed 38. Jealous 39. Empty 40. Shadow 41. Together 42. Composed 43. Blue [Finished, Titled "The Blue Dream Jester"] 44. Free

It is quite a sad feeling You put much effort into something Pouring so much time And a vast amount of energy With unlimited confidence you go to conquer what awaits you But only to watch it crumble before your eyes Into more pieces than you begin to count What was the point? It wouldn't of mattered either way Walk away from what has happened On the inside your hope and confidence is hung Only to become a hollow feeling What was the point? Try again? Results only to be repeated The effort seems to be more than useless Everyone else believes I can do it next time It is devastating to experience what it is like to live on repla

Standing here feeling the cool breeze Of the winter silver wind brushing against my face Getting in my eyes The sun peeks through the clouds Warming the ground Warming my feet So maybe I can walk again I might be able to walk to you Through the strong winter silver wind The clouds are covering the sky But nothing is coming down Except my confidence I walk next you but can't look up at you The silver wind might get in my face 37 degrees Maybe less It honestly doesn't seem that cold Because I'm walking with you Because you somehow warm my soul Don't go I don't want to feel cold This winter silver wind might overwhelm me and