Focus on that Fading image, by lost the lonely dead
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Flickering, dancing switching off on
Open doors and naked, broken windows
Slick oil of what was crimson as death
Text layers bouncing images conflicting
Menacing sound resounds in the hollow of time
Fading existence lights slowly go out
Regret stirring just beneath radar's scope
-not really finished----- |
| Posted: 2006-04-04 20:51:19 UTC |
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| 2006-05-05 07:15:57 | lost the lonely dead |
| wow........i cant tell you how glad i am you're alright.......i sent you some mail and i might be on tomorrow i hope, oh man...... |