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By Loneliness is condescending

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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February 22, 2006 18:03lost the lonely dead

a nice piece of work *thumb up and thumb down* sad as it is but i like it

April 24, 2006 09:44SearchingForAnswers

beautiful :)