BastilleBand

When Pompeii, O sweet Pompeii, is mentioned there’s bad news. The flaws of the poet haunt these streets so no angels live here now. The weight of living has proved too much and they always take the blame. I am overjoyed at the silence, so now my dreams can fill this basement. They are free, an adagio for strings, and I see durban skies and laughter lines. A sleepsong is tuning in and tuning out around me, and I find that I am falling. The draw pulls me into oblivion, and ahead of me, Icarus and Laura Palmer hold hands and get home, to run out of the night. A smell of bad blood surrounds me and I know that a killer stalks this campus, an

May 14th, 2013 11:00 a.m. New Forest Hampshire, England ~River's POV~        I walk towards my bedroom and stop for a second. "I'll wait out here for you." Dan says.        "Okay just give me a second." I say smiling. I walk into the room and I close the door. I immediately start to freak out inside. Did I really just kiss Dan Smith? I can't believe he actually let me! His lips were so soft I was just in heaven.  I walk over to my dresser again and pick out a black and white spaghetti strap. I take off my first top and stare at it for a second. The blood started to get all dry and hard on the shirt. That's just nasty. I put the new shir

May 13th, 2013 3:30 a..m New Forest Hampshire, England ~Dan's POV~        I watch her go inside her bedroom window and I smile.        "What a sweet girl." I say as I turn around to go back to the place I was staying at for the week. As I walk back to my place I notice the engraving on the tree. It was the Bastille logo, the triangle we have in our name. I smile and kept walking. I wonder why she looked so hurt. Did something happen to her in the past? Is it family related or something else happened. It could be anything ,but the thing is she looked really affected by it. I hope she will be okay though. I finally reach the bus I was stay

Here we go again. What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight. I see no bravery in you eyes anymore. Only sadness. But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like nothing changed? At all? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? Yeah, we're going down. But you're the Queen of Spade, So let's paint a picture of a perfect place. Dont' let them know we're coming. I've been trying to do it right. If I lose myself tonight, You can see the light out the window. It's like your're my mirror. I don't want to lose you now. But if we got, we go together. What is with you? You gotta live your life while your blood is boiling. I've

Pompeii As life goes on, you feel like Mount. Vesuvius. You feel as though you are exploding and great clouds roll over and Hell brings darkness from above. You feel like Hell, and you fear everything. The walls of your city come tumbling down, Everyone you know has drifted away. You’re stuck on this volcano alone. You’re dying of the poisonous gases filling your lungs and the ash burns your eyes. Blinded by the dark, you only see the negative and shut out everything. “When will this end? I’m dying! I’m scared…” the voice in your head is screaming these words at you. When you think you’

We slept with tears On our lashes. Everything we loved Was burned to ashes. Even ourselves. We were people. But the fire Took us first. And in our sleep, It ate everyone alive To quench It's thirst. The mountain stood Quiet, watching over Us every day. But tonight it was What brought destruction To our only Pompeii.