The Pale Horse, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Softly singing in the shadows this lullaby of death 
Waking fear in the ones who hallow themselves 
Exercising the human right to take it all and blame the 
rest 
Entertaining your sadistic smile, it's a bloody riot 
Talking to the dead cold eyes telling her your secrets
Laughing to your self about this cruel joke you called 
life 
Your falling of the edge and its a long way to the bottom 
Kiss off I'm done with this game of Indecision
Ivory towered halls line the path of redemption 
Legendary hope and love drive forward 
Lynx-eyed demons hold me back
Inhering to my lack of will forgetting to move on 
Necromantic tales of dreams come true 
Grasping on to lies that spill from your mouth 
Maintaining this life built upon glass tables 
Yearning for the freedom to spread my wings and take a 
breath 
Smashed up broke down torn out burn down held back 
Eluding the pain I Fell inside 
Looking past the scars, searching for hope 
Finally I close my eyes taken by quietus 
Posted: 2005-02-24 06:17:04 UTC

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2005-02-25 12:01:20My_pain_your_thrill
This is a very deep and creative peom, i like it.

2006-10-06 05:58:01lost the lonely dead
if i could tell you of all the tales of times when i felt....ok its just good what more is there to say...