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Dead Man Walking and even after, I was bled dry, I somehow survived... call it best wishes, or, maybe just some form of corpse rising; ..

At a Distance... out in those pitch night skies, hides, something, that'sperfectly happy with hanging there... because at a distance, we'..

Party All Night smoke rings rising straight up to the lighting, and the noise's surely making many earsdrip red, butas theflowing drinks r..

Clouded Thoughts are we all alone... because gone are our parents, and everyone in town has left, too but could it simply be, that we're me..

Bound For The Belly the snake is so hungry, and we -the rats- run endlessly, but only in small circles... 8-21-08

Bloody Touch the fabric isready, and shortly, we'll rip it right apart... touching that pretty velvet with ourcold bloody finger-tips; ..

In The Flesh coveredwith a billion tears, that came longbefore us, the earth knows their names, aswe've surely forgotten... but one day, we..

Split, Right Down The Middle in your eyes, I saw us standing together, but as the tears fell, and then hit the pavement I knew, we'dbeencra..

Time to Destroy if we could cause a rip in time, would we, evenmake anything good comefrom it, or merely form more monsters for us to deal..

Tongues Wagging(Running Faster) what is it, that keeps us move onward, goingdown many slopes, and up plenty more hills... running through the ..