Blotting Out the Stains of Nonsense, by Loneliness is condescending
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I wreak my essence, to do what
The clock ticking tearing at thoughts
Voices mock and I feel shaken, but...
Fear is real.. Its here I’m caught
From somewhere deep inside my core
I find the courage I once lacked
Pause and silence ... I feel no more
The boys eyes close he coughs and hacks
Together we will have no pain
Our hope will light the dark restrain
I can see now I know its gone
We close our eyes and die with the dawn |
Posted: 2006-04-16 18:54:43 UTC |
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