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Hollow men with
hollow hearts
chide us with
a mindless script
...

It grips me, rips at me
Burns my lungs to breath
But I breath deeper to
feel the sting.
...

Someone accused my love
for you was less than fond,
so in these heart-felt words,
let me respond:
...

I was someplace that
really don't matter now
You entered my sight and
demolished my world
...

A teardropp explodes
on the cold floor
Warm shrapnel hovers
like a delicate flower
...

Through the glass, snow falls
silently on the city below
Snow falls, but time
-time has stopped long ago
...

Don't you worry baby
if words fall broken
Just take my hand
'cause your eyes have spoken
...

The bus drives down a dusty road.
Explosions are muffled
in the distance.
Above, the clouds sit low and heavy,
...

Smells of ash and cigarettes
sour the air while the
sickly sweet vapours of
spilled beer rise and mingle
...

Broken chords ring out
into the quiet night
Soft words fall deaf
and dry tears fight
...

Ink flows thick as blood
as words smear together
Wasted breath, empty words
and how's the weather
...

Broken clocks tick slow
in time with thickened pulse while
velvet shackles hold and
passion swells in waiting
...

In a grassen field
a wild wind blew
I roamed from knoll to knoll
looking for you
...

Roses scent your memory
masking what I try to forget
my heart swells as I remember
dry rivers flow
...

We throw ourselves out there
Naked and shivering in the cold
Casting aside our costumes
and the comfortable lies we've been told
...

Flowers bloom
toward the sky
Reaching tall
Reaching high
...

Lifting over the horizon
the ground shrinks and falls
into a memory, that disappears
into mountains of white, where
...

The fumes
of another wasted day
rise and rot
my brain
...

I'm losing myself
in an absurd theater
of my own design
...