Lost Ourselves to Their Game, by Loneliness is condescending
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Reminding me that I'm forever alone
Snowdrifts softy pile up
Creating your funeral pyre
Steal away the lacking seasons
Halls of muted white
Exhausting all the colors
Tightly locked in my embrace of self hate
Blurred views of humanity
Jumbled in the black and white
Illuminating white washed faces
Static all that's coming through
Emergency signals on every station
The reason clearly lost
Fading flickering image silently in closed with in the white
Barley noticed
Few are stopping
Sirens are getting louder
Lips form silent whispers
Words long lost in the hushed bustle of panicking civilians
Fleeing towards the danger
Comforted by soothing automatic responses
True freedoms found in cages
Mechanical movements corresponding thoughts
Question the meaning of being human
Can't ignore the Wailing warning
To late to heed their cryptic meaning
The storm clods grow heavy
Signs scream run
Zombie minds begins to walk
Pressed against the wall to afraid to join or stand
The wind brings empty echoes
To fill the nothingness with meaningless
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:37:42 UTC |
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2006-04-24 14:47:21 | lost the lonely dead |
craziness but you worded it nicely *two thumbs up* also i had to be the 201st person to comment so yeah *laughs* i need a life i know |