Source: Disturbed, David Draiman: The Sounds of Silence
DISTURBED, DAVID DRAIMAN: THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
David Draiman of “Disturbed” originally posted on Facebook by Mark Watson. Awesome…
Source: Disturbed, David Draiman: The Sounds of Silence
David Draiman of “Disturbed” originally posted on Facebook by Mark Watson. Awesome…
As I fade away,
I think of days gone by.
As I crumble to sand,
I remember the past.
As I shrivel to nothing,
I regret what I’ve done.
But most of all,
I regret what I haven’t.
A creepy room in
a house of horrors.
A maze of traps
and skeletons.
A house alive
with evil spirits.
Why did we come?
And how do we get out?
THE DEAD GAME
End House has its secrets.
It has its residents.
Their own style.
Come & play with us.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their might.
Florida will never be the same
Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is slathered in the lime color
As a mist of green encircles us all.
I walk alone each night
On cold, country roads.
No one calls my name.
No one cares to stop.
I walk alone each night,
Hoping to find the one for me,
The one who calls my name,
And who cares enough to stop.
Come closer to touch my petals.
See how they are rough and pointy.
Move closer to my open mouth.
I am hungry for your sweetness.
A yummy meal to be had today.
An innocent flower I am not.
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.
Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.
Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.
THE DEAD GAME