Dream World.
A blue hue filling the gaps between the branches,
Mystical beauty beyond our comprehension.
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They are against me.
I’m confined not free.
I feel that Spring has never sprung.
This torment should have never begun.
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Pull the cords,
Peel the skin,
Rip the guts,
Break the chin.
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If Tomorrow Was Goodbye
If tomorrow was goodbye, and today was your last,
Would it take you half a minute, to straighten out the past?
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Hurt
From the tongues of monstrous old scars spits fiery embers onto my gains,
Setting alight even the smallest piece of joy that pitifully remains.
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The moon held much power in my eyes that night,
The sky was completely black. It was entirely white.
The streetlamps were glowing in the evening mist,
T’was a speck on the sidewalk, thought to not exist.
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The Soul of a Rebel In Me
Containing complicated thoughts, is my specialty,
I get lost in them often, I’m fatigue so frequently.
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Boring lifestyle.
Work.
Come home.
Work some more.
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I’m walking on the broken glass,
Each step more painful than the last.
But I smashed the life that I live,
Now myself, I can not forgive.
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Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground,
He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
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