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Lost in the echo. I can not find the walls. The sound still reverbs. The noise marches on. While I stumble blindly. Lost in the rhythm. I can not escape it. My deep seated indecision.
Floating in the air, Laughing and taunting. Living in your dreams, Starved and haunting. You take out your net, You catch them in the air. The happiness at seeing you, The attention so rare.
(www.soundcloud.com/The-reggae-monkey/how-do-you-feel) I woke up today , I fucked a kid, I had a sweating brow and no sign of remorse, it felt natural, How do you feel.
When will the moon cry And when will the oceans dry. Shall we ever be happy again Or are all promises insane. A feverish cloud I always hide Will I ever be a bride.
Secrets we keep. Locked away. It makes us weep. The forbidden things we cannot say. Things about you. Things about me. Who would have thought, who would have knew.
A meadow of ideas, A forest of dreams, Come enter my mind, But it's not what it seems. A cave full of evil, A cave full of good, Sometimes my mind, Doesn't act as it should.
I felt it, deep in every pore. Like sap from a tree, my cocktail of feelings seeping away from me. There's no doubt, I lov-- I love you.
Stabbed in the back. By an unexpected foe. A love affair for more. A part of your nature. Falling unforgiven. By thy own will. Tortured by All it took. But greeted by answers. Better than you dreamed.
Hatred for the people,. For the human race,. For the every simple thought,. That crosses every face,. Hatred for all colours,. Skin and hair and eyes,. For the lilt in every voice,.
Double standards Seems to be The order of The day; Freedom of speech. What a joke.
I fear life,. I fear death,. I fear happiness,. I fear people,. I fear animals,. I fear rodents,. I fear what I don't understand,. Shit, I fear what I do understand,. I fear what noone understands,.
beauty is the beast. upon our souls and hearts it feasts. it makes us blind to itself. behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth. yet in every place where beauty lies.
She likes to play on the swings Will run for ice cream, Makes funny faces in pictures, When I fall she cries a little. Giggles at inappropriate times On funny memories presses rewind.
Tension. I can't mention. Question. An intention. Provocation. Leads to devastation. Hesitation. Now frustration. Justification. Lacks motivation. Exclusion. From my condemnation. Communication.
Fluffy clouds. Everyone dressed in white gowns of silk. A peaceful place where no wrong is done. Every one kind, no bullies or murderers allowed. They're all locked out behind the big heaven gates.
How do you feel now it's done A stunning tale Of setting sun Played like a fiddle A catch me out riddle Strumming on heartstrings Is a wicked thing Elaborate charade.
#household Tender fingers picked apart my mind, It unravelled in your hands so kind, Chestnut eyes examined me all, Now you know me, and still stand tall, Forever next to me and happy, (Even when...
Everyone thinks the opposite Of light, is dark, I know. But on the eve of march 15th I proved the answer's "no".
Let's strip ourselves away Rip the rule book up today Crawling under your skin See what lurks deep within Push your buttons to see what I find If anything changes in your mind I want to play a...
A man sits in a room. He knows he's not to peer. But this impatient mans consumed. He has to look, he's sincere. You see in front of the man. There is a black curtain. Nothing surrounds.
The gay man Looks at the girl And feels an erection stir. The black eyed wife Looks at her husband And still loves him. The misanthrope Hiding at home Craves human touch.
I stand in a dark, dank side street. People running around shouting, others standing and watching, I glance round and see those that watch, with twisted features of despair and hatred.
I wonder could I fit all my worries In a sink. The kind that's big and square and white The likes we have out back To bed the camomile.
Cathy awoke with a start, one of those unpleasant ones with her heart throbbing almost too hard for her chest to handle. She was tense, aroused and wet, but also scared and confused.