Holding the Headstone

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By Loneliness is condescending •

All that’s left of a simple pure beauty Tortured shell of innocent life Thriving starving to be alive Downed in wilted green showing your weighting regret Take comfort in our falling world Knowing that the dark is only cold Losing every opportunity to bring you home Stolen life replaced by truth of changing lies If done for god it must be right Tired of that music playing backwards See to the light Bring me back Goodnight Lay to sleep the child I could never save In your home of ashen gray To fill our lungs with you The wind steals away as goodbyes break

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February 23, 2006 21:23lost the lonely dead

sad but i like it