Whispers to Me.., by Loneliness is condescending
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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
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:34:12 UTC |
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2006-02-28 21:31:33 | lost 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 |