Gabriell Riley

What horrors lie behind these eyes
That stare into the darkness of the soul
They have felt the bitter cold
Of winds that rape the mind
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No one gets out of here alive
No soul a sunder could ever survive
We cling so tight to our innocence and grace
For fear we lose ourselves in the mess the social rat race
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What can be done when metaphors fly on the wings of birds
Like fairies as they glide through the winter winds
On wing and prey and flame of night air
To distant places that are touched by silver moonlight
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I have this itch in my head that no amount of scratching cares to sate
It comes and goes as it pleases, this itch it bothers me when it is late
When i feel that familiar tingle in my cranium, irate
I've pounded my skull against a wall the white with red I've paint
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A vindictive visage in vintage vogue
A valiant vaudeville and victorious pose
A vile vampire whom vipers your toes
A violent vanity that reveals our foes
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I stare at the world through opal tinted lenses
Like eyes of sapphire grey
I watched as the crystal men take them away
Don't fight it only makes it worse
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Psychedelic butterflies and desaturated people
No wonder I sat and watched the world warp around me
Like the ripples of a frigid pond
That little boy's skip stones across and giggle
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