Bitter Is Sold
By the road, i am gathered -
Lost to lost -
Not to my belongings -
Not to my longings -
Soft does melt inside -
The heat measured by frost -
Alone by choice, easy to fake -
Break I do, the broken songs of Take -
Instructions received, at the voice -
Falling sounds by crystal clear flakes -
Stories became many, never to be told -
Death has a grip -
The knot to rope by a slip -
Breathe the chair for repairs -
Hanged by the hand -
Hell has a chance -
Holier to stand on nomads land -
Bitter is the breath i hold -
Bitter is the breath I sold
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Fairytale
Blue taints vanity within the clouds, hanging motionless in the sky - Water in our lakes, water from above, before the doors to heaven - Surrounded by nature and her flawless sounds, the treasurer to life which lies, untouched secrets that has never been found - The signals to gain a life, forever, who is fake and who acts to be real inside the fairytale - Are you still searching for the glass slipper, greed torn that has never slipped a foot to be worn - The broken faces in a damaged mirror, the frame of flames, burns the ash, black silver
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I Sick To Die
As from above, to underneath, do you really believe - When you shut your eyes, when you close your mouth, are you to north for south - I carry my scars, i am not are, i was when you where, i say mam when you want to be, sir - I sample which switch, not those who sweat with the rich - I sick to die, who is the spy - Today we Die in two Tomorrow - In hell, at the end, my soul Flamed, not send - You faxed my sent, straight around the bend - When i do fall, i will down with the trees, i do not want you honey, i rather sting with the bees
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DeatHER
The long black hair,
Flows off her shoulders -
Eyes, emerald green,
Creates flames so mean -
Her lips, i want to kiss -
Even if i miss,
The try will be worth the effort -
Breast so perky,
Violently beautifull -
She stands straight,
Six feet tall -
Her arms, muscular.
For the sword she carries -
She is death,
She came for me,
To be burried -
Her legs are so perfect,
a catsuite she wears -
Her face transparant,
Lushious apparant -
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Walls OF The Narrow
What crawls inside my spine, poison streams into the end of a river - Marrow out of decay rot next to the broken bones, between the walls of the narrow - I am skinned by the snake, twisted around the flames to a cross - Nailed by the hammer which rakes only spades, i climb the ladder straight into my grave - The tomb by my stand where i remain stoned, demons refuse to down a play to pause their roam - Seeds of the wicket will never grow, where i am stitched to feed of whatever was sown - Around the bend where death awaits, once circle twice in 8.
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Ever For
Between the vale of my eyes, hides a truth - Do you only believe, what is to be prescribed as see - My touch blinds to what i feel, so my envelope is cracked with love as a seal - I do not hate for you to seek an eight, i am no date for you to feel great - I live in my world with a number ten, my days are worded, with the clouds painted with heavens sevens - Sometimes never approach what was poached, you will never fairy the princess which fakes in her coach - If the rain harvest no pain, i have to stay sane for the impact to insane - i loose to ever for
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Dead Will Be The King
Why believe the heart torn, which is the only thief - Why not put me to death, a feast with the dead - Finally for my dark soul, the pressure of pleasure to a release - When you are unhappy, a cross of grief - I am happy, when my nose bleeds, nails taste like my tongue, i vomit, just to breathe - The fly fed by my meat of flesh, she reaps, i cry, in defeat - I will obey the wind, the flow off her rotten wings - I will swell, if she stings - I shall be her joker, her jack, her queen - If she wears the crown and i bow to a box, dead will be the king.
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Ring Sworned
I am condemned, in the world you created - I am cold caught, not snatched taught - Inside the property of the lost, i jacket the spade off the joker - By the effect from the effect, i detect the peace in the innocent - The pure form of an aura, spiritually bound to the existing universe - Is your soul cast, or by your believes, formed - What will be your cost, by which you were scorned, Ring sworned - The day is seated for my judgement, i will stand alone - By choice, i will not plead - My voice, keep the noise, time to proceed - Spreading my worms by my seed
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Sorry Today
The attention i seeked, at the door to the forgivenes in my hate - I signed the deed, i still wonder what is my need - Why be flattered, dead crows are winged in death - The sequence is the stuttering of cries, the end of a friend, the straight through a bend - I see the bat in a butterfly, no colors in the night by sight, she fearlessly fly into the sky - The grey in sorrow, is the violet we tend to borough, leaving behind transparant to scarlet by light - The pigment in hurt was washed away, by the tears of tomorrow - So i have ruined, yet another day - So i sorry, today
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Find Hope
My blood so cold, slivered ice, my veins are sliced - Cries shrill up my spine, down all the lies - Shadows of a fire, burns in my shade - I find hope, so close to hell, it became heaven - I do not spit in faces, i never hide in cages - To be dead, i will finally be alive - If the eyes of the wicket can see good, why do you shut yours to the world - My pain, can never be slain - By the hand of an angel, my soul splits, she is unable to heal - I weap, streams to a river, i feel my spine shiver - The knife which bleeds, by the wounds on my wrists, faked to present the skin of a snake
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