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Senor, only I know really.

Hit me with your ton of bricks I'll bleed upon your floor I'm never going back there now I've bolted all those doors Punch me with your closed ide..

I do not describe, let imaginations roll.

Deep as the ocean His waves drag him down The clouds will shelter no more He expresses no feeling for the love that is lost and he cannot find the..

Wonder is a lonesome thing I wonder, do you notice me I wander along the stony paths I have been waiting for your attentions and though he is back..

I can't escape your eyes when they play that song There is power there, it sends fear down my spine Memories live there, I don't want details I ju..

There once was a woman who wept all the time Her heart full of sadness No matter the joy that came her way She could not find a better mood She tr..

He does notread He hears not a word Steps on and on and on Pacing feet with a charmless rhythm Ignorance in blissful form For this, I suffer, For..

An edited version of a piece I wrote a couple of years ago

It's the wee hours of the morning and here I am again The clock just keeps on ticking When is this going to end? Never is there a reason No sense ..