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Organs howl across an empty landAgainst a backdrop of hated charcoal There's a shimmer after the blackened nightSee it glow hot between the sandsW..

It's as if there's a movie and I can't turn it off repeat. The same staticThe same peopleThe same thing, every day.Deja vu, I think it's called.Wh..

It's cold outside as usual. Such an unrelenting, bitter chill; the king of the dead would shiver. For a half a year, little lives are forced to en..

Bind those feetBreak down your woesLock me away? Take my eyes?I'll bring war to your doorCross my heart, hope to dieI'm a glutton baby (Beat me) m..

It's as though you were denying yourself happiness. Imagine, every day, knowing you can do great things and having absolutely no desire to ever wi..

Perchance the wave making actionGives way to new born distractionLies seem to cover ground That hides a love that's never foundHeat's balanced dow..

When everything you touch is twistedYou're down on the insideDon't come running to me for joyI'm just a shattered playthingEverything you don't be..

Eyes crackle with an early morning spitfireAlive, A world that had made my obituaryPlease let me sleep my gracious swanFly away, sweetlyEntreat me..

Glisten little spiderOutside my mourning wallDrip down the sunriseRising toward the fallDown throttled attempt into emergency roomSprings gone col..

Troupe of pals pave city lightsBrilliant star sparklesAnother falls and supernovasCrossed signs swerve over wavy linesDreams of lovers hidden on w..