Whispers to Me.., by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Lost within this home of decay 
Following the silence of sound 
Slowly remembering to believe 
Aiming not to please 
Hidden away so no one knows 
Abandoned at the greatest hour
Slow and sweet suffering 
Why did you aspire to receive the privilege of death? 
Forsaking me to a life alone 
Reveling in regret 
Tell them you don't exist 
They will harm you
They will ignore you
You will be frightened 
Finial words spoken to me
'Do not wish to be anything else'
The hearts stopped beating 
Air is getting heavy 
My secret desperately needing to be told 
You knew it all along 
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:34:12 UTC

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2006-02-28 21:31:33lost the lonely dead
i think if i were going to understand this you'd have to explain some of it to me, i think i get some of it, it makes an interesting piece of writting