Flies Fly
Broken promises smothered -
To have a heart -
One that bleeds love -
Lies stolen by what was spoken - Blisters the lips with a kiss -
Unspoken to be the truth -
Dark i am to be honest -
Unharmed -
Black is the present past -
Felt by the ice cold flames -
Vile to bleed what is my blood -
Rivers runs the poison which venoms my veins -
Choiced to live until I die -
My screams render to fill -
Which displays the crack in my dreams -
I close my eyes, i do not want to wake -
Why -
Why -
Why -
I cry, my rot eats chocolate as decay -
Soon I will be cannabalised -
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Cold Mine
When i look upon the moon, with all her stars, what are we searching for - Out of the intentions that roams our planet. why is love the feeling i am unable to create - I can never vocal to the cords, which strikes emotion inside love - I play the tune to midnight, i see only the bat holding hands with a rat - The echos of sight, left against the chains of right, who echo for his ego to see - Why do i cave my thoughts, i think, but do not sought - What springs to live, the cold, the shadow that creeps along a winters day - I need the warmth, the rap around of arms without the hand to harm - The touch of a soul, equally as cold, as preserved as in mine.
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Open Wounds
My mind switch by blade, the return of a queen, awaits - My brain shocked with chemicals, can never fade - Not by a tree, not in her shade - I climb the impossible, never a hill - Death and her legions, torture souls for the kill - I do not defend the lost, never defeat the dead, your spirit will be, the cost - My heart of stone, protected by a cage of ribs - Feelings so unconcious, i want to scream. am i trapped inside a butterflies dream - My veins streams with blood, spilling from my arms, a cut - Open wounds rapped with dirty stiches, my brain smacks my fearfull wishes - I stand on the moon, i blow kisses to earth - I am bend around the knife, which acts as a spoon
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SiXeS
Inside my soul, the forests are burned to the ground - The tornado of violence twist the echoes into the spiral of hate - The cracks are shallow to the depth displayed inside the mirror, the reflection of he is the him and not i - Blood by marrow is the broken bones inside my closet, upside is down and dry flies too high - Words are numbered to my inverted nine, you count on your fingers and the clock tells you the time - The portrait is painted but the sun has no shine, you are having dinner and the devil is the guest who loves your wine - My sixes were not given, i chose the pick, two circles through the straight landed me the queen of spades with the joker to jack an 8.
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Dunes Are Made Of SanD
Cul the zeros out of my head, so i may round by the sound, the square i love to wear - She is my dress, my shadow grows on both, what was lost next to 2, by my sides - Never do i fear alone, I am held by her grip, sometimes she is more than cold, but she never will let me slip - Sometimes i stand on the dunes, the sand tells me of what passed by time - my prints are diplayed, one to a row, although never was there a path which led me to wonder astray - By my hand, in own i was grown, i do the deed which cause me harm, without a bell to ring the cause for the alarm, i stitch close what was sown - Tears which streams into rivers, do so with one flow - As Dunes Are Made of SanD
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Life
The tick of a clock tells you the sign, the bell which rings never go by time - Am i reliable to die, in the custody drawn by space, without the sanctuary of boundaries - Will i be accepted by a society which rejects, by the ghosts which never roamed the dead by alive - Who will be the judge and who will fail by jury, the loved to be hated, again - I know my sins and i know my ways, does that cast me past the sinister waves - I water not the flowers to the bloom of tomorrow, i burden my cross with the nails of sorrow - I cry when i am alone, i bleed with my bones, my tears cry with the blue in the sky - My pain is my life which hails, the thunder in violence is my train which derailed
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Sometimes Is The Time
The sweat that breaks through my skin, carries the scent of demons, i never let them by to enter my inn - Twisted tongues of the vomit comet, tells the scaly tales of my part in the past, will i forget if i pray really fast - Paper pins and metallic sins, who is who to what was what - I never see the i in me, i can never be what you want to see - My life of shadows is my life in the shade, you salute to the mask of the master parade - Inside the circle which removes the trees, hangs the rope which boils my blood to freeze - Sometimes is the time which is known to unknown, confused by the signs to the outside of in, your heart even knows when hurt harms your crime - To believe, you do not have to be one, to achieve
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Rise From Dust
I am cut to the sliver, my wrists are bleeding, i am dead to silver - My eyes shines dead to transparant, what i have done and where i i have been, my tears cry, when it is my pain i see - The prints left by my father, the fragrance of violet to a rose, smells of the Heavenly One - Why then the reason, i seek to destroy - I hear the whispers, the breeze to a seven - I am lost to the missing, by six i was employed - I am grim to the grit of my sins, i was born ready to burn - I still asked for my forgiveness, i will carry my cross - For the sake of my father, by his wishes - It will rain with flames at the end of my time, prepared for battle i am - Immortal i will rise from dust, ashblack will burn by my turn.
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To BOO
Your eyes shines the deepest blue, metallic sparkles to your closest star, you make my emotions roar down to the core - With love as your rainbow, you walk around without a cloud in my sky, you are the colors which displays only true, as love surrounds only me and you - What more can i say, i am a bee who only thinks of playing in the hay, but you are keeping me as gay as i am chained to be kept at bay - Your warmth is shading me from far, i am on fire when you are so close, when the fragrance of your scent plays me for the fool, one smell and i can froget to spell, and my maths whent down the well of tell - You are my angel and if you were the little witches devil, you can be my demon too - With love from me to you, Boo
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Harmony Will Prevail
The days have limits on the playground - We wake, we eat, we work and we sleep - The surroundings in which we are bound, do you take the time to inhale all the sounds - Every second that wishes away into munites, the hours, the creators of days - We measure our age by the years we have passed - I listen to the beat, i hear the drums played by the planet - The noises which influance your ways, the field that has the magnetical forces that signals the tides in the ocean - The voices of creatures, sharing a bond with harmony to prevail in a world designed by humans - Have time to think, hear your thought - One passage we share as creatures combined, is life, time is the boundary and we have to live in this very special world
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