Blotting Out the Stains of Nonsense, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

I wreak my essence, to do what 
The clock ticking tearing at thoughts 
Voices mock and I feel shaken, but...
Fear is real.. Its here I’m caught 

From somewhere deep inside my core 
I find the courage I once lacked 
Pause and silence ... I feel no more 
The boys eyes close he coughs and hacks 

Together we will have no pain 
Our hope will light the dark restrain 
I can see now I know its gone 
We close our eyes and die with the dawn 
Posted: 2006-04-16 18:54:43 UTC

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2006-04-25 16:27:31lost the lonely dead
good but it seems so strange too