From the Ones Who Say Your Love Don't Mean a Thing, by Loneliness is condescending
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Escape my soul
Your ever-shrouding desires have trapped this fleeting heart
Encaged within the righteous words
Free me for the past
Regress to shadow with spiteful desires
My wicked mind controls by broken promises
Trapped inside the looking glass
The answers are lost
A year goes by without a notice
Times taking hold with burning questions
Lost in self-pity destruction the key
Now and aging your taunting hope filled vessel pass me by
My hearts fluttering its goodbye
I’m losing control
Soon I’ll join the open sea
To end this game of distant love
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:46:07 UTC |
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2006-02-22 18:24:29 | lost the lonely dead |
confusion adding to the lostness
broken mirrors and windows distort
the images tell me things
i listen and shouldnt and now
it is time to kill the heart
that beats its maddening nonesense
distance is drawing closer
i wish i were left alone
glad i wasnt
wish i could find the key out
the cage that binds my pathetic mind
here i stand....lost...... |
2006-10-16 19:45:19 | Faith |
I like the imagery... so good! |