: "Night I left the city, I dreamt of a wolf..." He came from where the winds are cold And truth is seen through keyholes ...strange longings never
: come on, tell me who you really are Stop with your lies, I've looked behind the mask and now your time is over day by day deceived, you blind my senses
: all last night i laughed and thought about how you remind me of the best years of my life. in this dead air, your breath shows between us: the spaces
: The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women
: Shock Die Her tear streakedface, darts into the room, her lips tremble As she speaks, the time stops as the blood rushes, to my head She ages,
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: Gaze into these eyes again and tell me that you do not think that you see something more than Nothing because that's the way you've treated me over
: Tears fall from the sky See my life as I'm rotating freely in this wound laceration that I've picked at until it just will not heal Desperate to
: Lie Youth hypnotized by the glory of rising up from the ashes left by the flames that consumed their parent's home Idolizing the dreams that were
: Gasping for air. A lie This life's grip on us is closing in on our sense of reality You are the prophet, I have been sent here, to warm you of your
: You see this world painted, in shades of green, there is no end to your heartless Greed that consumes this land of oppurtunity Line your pockets
: Step back and take a look at your own life for a change Why do a white picket fence and a job make me a man? I have worked harder in this room than
: Repent Now now or ever will I try to be something I'm not It us time to justify with your life's only denial You cannot believe everything that
: My premonitions were right you've left me hollowed and burnt. No tomorrow will heal the damages you've left within me. Now, don't try to change the
: Our corporate image sickens me to a point where our face sense of hope forms a lump in my throat I try to come clean but it's far too late. The lump
: I come quietly. Silent entities can lack a certain weight when unseen. Do they speak of me? My voice left with the breeze that whispered "you should
: Fourteen years thirty minutes fifteen seconds I've held this grudge Eleven songs four full journals thoughts of punishment I've expended Not in
: Why do I live in the past and why should it hurt me to ask If someone can hear, I'm standing right here But this talking aloud cannot last I've never
