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Post Numero Tres: A Single Piece.
torn out pages from a book, and the letters we mistook for actual meaning- memory's demeaning. nothing plays out well up on stage; here in my book I turn the page, move on to another chapter, another line- someday, maybe… -
"Hope is Masochistic"
Continual return to pain, Where the memories stain; Nothing quite washes it away. How long will you stay, And play in the blood of yesterday? -
Here's a Poem for the Bitter Cynics of the world...Drink it up then drown.
~~~Disillusioned~~~ "Only the delusional believe you can't unbury the dead, guess that makes me just disillusioned."I've spent too many hours up inside my head, Wasted, worthless days spent lying in bed; Losing sense of… -
"There's a hole in my heart like the hole you left in the door."
~~~Nothing~~~ Nothing can bring back the hours, Nothing can bring back the days; Nothing can erase the memories, Nothing can erase the stain; Nothing can replace the nostalgia, Nothing can replace the pain.Nothing and No… -
~~~Ashes~~~
ashes to ashes, we all fall down, dust to dust, we all bow to a crown.Plumes of smoke are rising, Nameless faces realizing, advertising, surmising;Feed the fire, Burn the empire, Enflame the liar-ashes to ashes, dust to… -
~~~Sedated~~~
Vacant stares deadening in my veins, Letting apathy take hold of the reigns; Close my eyes against an empty soul, Forgetting everything they ever stole.This won't mean a damn thing tomorrow, Still embracing bitter sweet… -
Time, the endless and aging.
Looking back through this haze It's hard for me to believe I made it through the maze, All the crooked corners and dead ends I hit; Still I made it through without too much of a fit.Looking back, remembering all the time… -
Starless City Sky
This is what I remember clearest. Sitting outside on that cold, stone wall. The last thing they added to the house for god knows what reason. It served me well, I know that much. Sitting out there for hours on end un… -
All That Remains
Memory is all that remains. Lost images and feelings buried under the weight of years, frozen inside glaciers of time, forever preserved. Trace this line with a gentle touch, trace the line of this incision, the mar…
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