Vaccination.In such pain, i know you are my friend and it is such a shame I see your tough times, I see rending deals brooding over your demise we're walking on the hard lineVaccination.
And the void that is left after draining our veins the loss of nothing that makes us insane come with me, slip slowly into serenity just long enough to drain your mind and rekindle your dimming luminosity.
Find your affinity, just for these times to fill the loss of something real and with these words I leave you at my heels always remember to do what you feel.
Standing in the grave.Such a haze, the worlds a spin the wool strings that hold me tight they bound me, restrict the change but never do I feel any of it's warmth just the knowledge of something more.Standing in the grave.
so many dreams pass me by a whirl wind of debris around me surrounded by all this hate I am maimed, only I am to blame.
shut my eyes so tight they bleed bury inside me an ignorance of need holding firmly to a will to live if only for a chance to feel the ability to breath until I can dance I only feel a cease.
No ability to stand.What does it take to be a man? How many scars must grace my hands? how many times must I bleedNo ability to stand.
with blisters covered in sand must I take a leap into land? It must be so grand surviving on others disease and misery.
A provider, and a lover a fighter with the will to survive someone to trust in all times of need the one who always knows your dreams.
It's just so hard to be the one who can create the person who cares more and who never meditates no rest is needed, never to be weary I am always so tired, so needy and not once have I had a drea
Falling through.On this night, I see him sleep on this hour he does reap but stared at me through the dream showed me his pain, oh, he seepsFalling through.
With weak eyes, big and blue swollen with sorrow and rue he nods in affection, oh the sight watching such a big man start to cry.
I told him I loved him, when I could hardly care till I saw this bear of a man, no more can he bare the ache of this world, his pain his despair I saw what he held in his bed of ash a love so strong, a guilt for the wrong shame so strong, he could barely tell me it was there.
Distant
The Wasps Could SwimThere were no angels coming for me down there. I saw no hint of the existence of demons or even any form of deity that would have been interested in my strange capture.The Wasps Could Swim
You see Nothing is an oxymoron for It HAS substance. Nothing comes on like a slow flu, and starts with some Thing as small as just a bite. It could have got you around your ankles when the sky looked back at you a little too coldly some shining afternoon. It could have pricked you with It’s silvery sharp nail when you lost someone you loved… or It could have stuck into you when you saw something wrong in the eyes of a stranger. It never has to be out of
A single candle, to guide my heart.
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it is outstanding and the words flood is incredible,
u know the saying "look the poem, u'll find the poet in it" ???
it realle reflects ur personalilty as i think ..
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Ya sway yar wings and try to fly, ya call yar mom & hear the sound of the tear she cries, yar emotions are getting fainter and ya seldom get amazed, yar skin is getting dry, But ya need to know wat ya're living for or ya'll die.
you douche nugget.
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but either way, you never told me you did. so ha!
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shut up.
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