throat of fire

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By lost the lonely dead •

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)

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March 10, 2006 19:32Faith

It's so good i think that it deserves a 9!!

March 11, 2006 03:30Loneliness is condescending

i think i know who this is about but i'm not sure

March 11, 2006 04:36lost the lonely dead

guess *grin*

March 12, 2006 05:51lost the lonely dead

thank you faith

July 5, 2006 04:52Awakening 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.

July 5, 2006 07:21lost 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

July 5, 2006 07:22lost the lonely dead

i lost this person in a different sort of way