My heart is tired I’m dead, by Loneliness is condescending
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Good day, goodbye, so long
Haunting whispers in my ear
“Return to me”
My eyes are gleaming
I can’t look back
Sprinting toward the edge
I’ve finally earned my wings
Your whispers turn to screams
“Promise me you’ll return”
This, my rebirth, takes hold of me
Domineering blackness
Out shed of the innocents
Without the lies that blanket me
Called away, no promise to survive
Stop your foolish please
I cannot look back
Where I go is where I die
Be there when I land
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Posted: 2006-05-27 20:05:58 UTC |
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2006-05-28 03:36:17 | lost the lonely dead |
you should read 'i wont say goodbye' i liked this so i wrote a response to yours |
2006-06-15 16:50:17 | Faith |
Beautiful, very well done! |