throat of fire, by lost the lonely dead
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broken trying to see new angles
reason for hope in broken mirrors
screaming no more silent screams
a throat burns this cold night
what is this thing you call love?
the anxiety of expectation
where? in past years where?
all hope of redemption lost
the slaves vowed alligance
no music fits for mood
fists will bleed again
this time is wasting
our hearts are sinking
you're still infecting
leaving us dieing here
peace my long forgotten dream
(written about a specific person, not any of you who might
be reading this though) |
| Posted: 2006-04-01 07:31:54 UTC |
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| 2006-03-10 19:32:03 | Faith |
| It's so good i think that it deserves a 9!! |
| 2006-07-05 04:52:49 | Awakening Me |
| Death is pictured as both a beginning and an ending. We never relize it's a beginning. I understand how you feel I've only lost four beings who really cared about me in my life, and the last one was really life altering. My beloved Elijah passed on. I wrote "God's Will" about him. I love him so much and never go through a day without thinking about him. It gets easier, but you never "get over it". I miss my Elijah, but I know he wouldn't want to see, me so upset. |
| 2006-07-05 07:21:37 | lost the lonely dead |
| well actually it wasnt written with the intention to imply death but its a thought anyhow, the person in this piece is still alive and well im afraid |