The Wizard The wizard’s standing on the mountain Drinking from the life fountain He ticks away the years I’m counting But doesn’t hear the people shouting [Will you save me Wizard? Cause I can hear the blizzard Save me from my sure damnation Because You are my fixation] chorus I touch my fragmented skin The wizard breaking from within I keep his love ‘cause I love him But his violence wears me thin [] Chorus His moan echo’s in my mind I’m scared but he says it’s fine He grab’s his when I grab mine Still I see his forehead shine (Don’t leave me wizard I love you so I’ll never do anything To make you go) Bridge [] Chorus He tells me and I obey Too afraid he’ll go away I hate this part ,but still Hate it more when he looks ill/So [] Chorus I'm sorry if it looks like im spamming,but i've had alot of inspiration and really want to know what people think of my work I'll let you draw your own conclusions on what this song is about.It kinda changed half way through for me,i wasn't too sure. I'm writing a new song,I'm not sure whether to call it Vyktor or unknown helsinki.What do you guys reckon?
I had "The Wizard Song" in my head all the way through reading that lol. And as I said on msn, this line "He grab’s his when I grab mine"... kinda disturbs me. Anyway, great song. I love the rhyming. And I like the final stanza which changes rhythm. And I just read through it again... it gets more and more disturbing every time.
lol, yeh that line is dead freaky.... i think you refer to the POPE...i had him in my head when i read th poem. good job!
It's alright, bit freaky though. And freakolp...could you please remove that signature? It's really disturbing me.
i'm sorry ....but it's just plastic...it's a prop at a halloween vampire store, but if it really disturbs you inspite of all that, please PM me.... for the poem, i was just thinking, like really strong thinking. how about having some slaves for this wizard and a story in poetry form to it. it would be good.
that line may disturb you, but i bet ben likes it, dont you ben good poem not your best, but still good