As seen before in a dream I awaken to the sound of the door The eyes of a woman Capture all movement And infect me with a nervous quiver No words spoken
Handed black flowers Lined with dead moss They release the pungent stench of disease Scorched by the sun Decayed to ashes Animated sleeves of despair
The finest minds never think alike Always a conflict of interest Behold they come together as one It's a revolution that has started We nurture buried
Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right. Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched
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Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured
We have gambled with the cards The cards that have been dealt to us But who knows how long the chips will last When I look back to see through Can see
One out of a million, they don't see me. I am to this world as a raindrop is to your forehead. Suppressed only by myself. I need to let me out, out of
Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of false prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned portraits
Methods of self preservation Survival doesn't adhere to the weak Revenge sounds good as a motive Each of us live our own timeline There's no way to escape
Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess
Today is the day to throw Away what's left inside Gather all the things that The things that still preside We have to choose our sides though Though we
Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes where did it go Mindless people They shake hands and smile I should introduce myself
Troubleshooting death, it lets you find what makes you want more. Stay alive for ten minutes, then die in five. A minute never seemed so long when sitting
A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on auto
The lack of desire pushed down Pushed down on your face Dark scenarios constructed on fates dime Changing all that's around you Hope seems so far from
In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with
