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#nightdwellers Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass.
Standing on the edge The light coming out from behind me And the darkness before me The stars. The normal bright array of them Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky The moon.
I think I died three months ago. When the sun kissed the earth goodbye. Cause my mind hasn't spoke ever since. And my lips have been shut dry.
I'm looking out on a line of lights, To see the place where she may lie, Sleeping, If not today.
There's a bauble, Green, red, gold. It's dangling off a branch, Which has too much to hold. It tumbles into the corner, Fallen off the branch. Hidden from vision, Like a body covered in an avalanche.
Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet.
My bells are no longer ringing, They only mock me with their sound. These silk suits are no longer shinning, Tattered, they drag on the ground.
Fragrant silence,. Scented,. With hope, and memories seemingly nonchalant in violence. Melancholy breeze,. Attempted,. To soothe, to heal, old sins we breathed. Winter rain,. Relented,.
Monday morning, sitting in her living room, And the radio is playing all her favourite songs. Maybe we will never know, Exactly where she should belong. Turns her mind off, slips into another dream.
Take a walk with me through the rain, we'll see. Whether we can find a way. Though the clouds may burst, And you know the worst. Try thinking, of a brighter day. It would be nice never to be on my...
Today I feel just sad. Or maybe blue. But something feels just hollow. The reason is not concrete. Though I am sure that I feel this way. It hasn't crept up. Or sprang in with a surprise.
I found Tranquility, this summer past, down by the lake. She was on her way elsewhere, but then...she always is. She looked exhausted, but then...she always is.
The day was dark As were your eyes Watching our cold breathe Freeze and crystallize In the summer When it grows warm again Will you live again. But for now just lay down and rest your weary head.
We walked hand in hand. Until I said goodbye. Because its much to late for me. But you can still try. We walked hand in hand. And whispered of our pasts. Up until that fateful day.
Darkness likes November November likes its darkness. Time for surrender And sleep for months restless.
It's a cold and dark world. Way out there. Keep me warm. I'm running out of air. I don't know where to turn. I've run out of room. Take me to where it's warm. Where the daisies bloom.
With the pain in my head. The feelings that I dread. Coming through. I must confess, I'm sick of you. Reaching deep into my heart. Though I can't bear being apart. You grant me with the memories.
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Open up the daytime Let's see what's in store Seriously chilly And puddles on the floor Intermittent wipers Try their best to stave the rain It's a sheet of liquid bubble wrap That pops time and...
It's as if the world is hidden. Under a thick sheet of grey. The blue sky has gone,. All the colors faded away. And the music no longer plays. It was the epitome of happiness, fun and free.
Looking out your fogged up window, where the autumn leaves fall. Slowly, towards the fogged up ground, coloring the concrete wall. Orange evening skies and heavy raindrops.
Sitting at the head Of a long empty table. I'd manage a smile, If I were able. Humming the pitchy tune That echoes through the room. A cake in front of me, No one else will consume.
A little of what you like does you good... Or at least they say that it stood. But what if what like, isn't good at all. What are you then really. I suppose you're just a fool.
Half awake, Half asleep; Half of my pillow, Soaked with tears. Half smiling, Half whining; Half of my wishes, Torn into pieces.