Step through my door, by Loneliness is condescending
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Running out of words to say
My mouth moves with silent reverence
With the whispers of another world
Hidden little tracks of the past
I’ll submit to my demons with out dismay
Eyes averted in defiance
Losing all hope for the afterworld
A place I never meant to outlast
A heart in disarray
Soul dying with confidence
I could never be a wonder of this world
Where even forgiveness is miscast
The thoughts dwindling away
I’ll wear my blood stained shirt in dependence
Of this so called free world
I will die at last
A lie to everything I portray
Even with the chance to Convince
Dreaming of being a member of this modern world
Broken innocents was surpassed
My eyes falling to grey
This is the irreverence
A fading dream world
Where I may pass first and last
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Posted: 2005-12-02 01:39:49 UTC |
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2006-02-22 18:03:53 | lost the lonely dead |
a nice piece of work *thumb up and thumb down* sad as it is but i like it |