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Unorganised ruins of lost souls, wandering through graveyards of old. Howling and prowling, for a god we're told. Confusion in sunken eyes that scold. Distant memories in worlds we borrowed.
I live life as a sentence for a crime, from once, when I lived, upon a time. I stare out at what was, and realise what is, and wonder if I can be. I think back to memories, a time when I was not.
A love without a home, Surely can't exist, There's always a destination, It wont evaporate like mist. - Words are charged with power, They could destroy evil brick by brick.
I want to do it on a rooftop See what I see If I come out on top I'll be what I be Cos on one side is my past And on one is my future I've got to integrate Life's great debate Serenade The...
Cigarette eyes. Glowing lights. Didn't mean to cry. I need more. Than toys and highs. Give me lies to tell. Took my toes. I'll never know. Why I need this low. People look. They took, they took.
On with the heart of the matter. The conversation blushed, with a swift redirection: But how are you. What have you done.
What now for our Grandchildren's children, Will they remember who we where. Or will they see a second Dark Age, will their history be blurred.
Stuck in this hole you put me in Can't find the light in my eyes Maybe it's a test that we all are in But is'nt that a waste if our my time Do us a favour, throw us a saviour Do us a turn, before...
Once there was a snowman, So graceful and so cool, He was just standing there , he felt like such a fool.
Jump, jump, jump down Jump from the cosmos above From the black, the silver dust From the imagination of God The endless, limitless bounds Come and stand with us Stand with your chest puffed out Lock...
In the afterlife I shall wear Jesus sandals. Walk among tall fields of blue roses. Wander down fleece covered mountains. at dawn. Look out over oceans filled only with sand.
Caught between the sea of freedom Struggling for life on the edge of reasons Sinking further into depths of debt Bills, thrills, ice cold ills Children running wild in concrete caverns Burrowing...
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead,Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight,Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight,Why am I trying to give, when no...
i see you there. i can’t see pass you. a ray of obscurity. a wall that’s obstructing light. like a curious species. like a curious monument. you sparked my fascination.
The rain falls like tears from god washing the sins out of the soul renewing a long lost pact between between man and god.