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The rooms here are vacent
funny how it is that way
doesn't it contain memmories
of those days?
...
Darling stands by the sidelines
corner of the football field
the team gathers, speaking words of
the 'go, go away's.
...
'Your gonna go far'
someone like me, complimenting you-
hard 2 beleive?
People only have one soul
...
Its nice to know i'm not the only one standing here lonely
winter white crush around me
fur fire blaze, logs go to empty space
burning in the cold house alone.
...
apologies,
come like empty word to me
because my soul is vacent
of the kindred words you speak.
...
When we were young
we used to do things,
we never should
you told me that you loved me
...
anorxic.
they look at them in longing.
yearning whispers filling air.
' I wish to be like her...'
...
What do you see when you hear me
what image do you conquer up
my face remaining unknown
while your eyes are eyes of lust.
...
beating like a hammer
in this rampage of life
all stealing, all lying
but feeling the guilt inside
...
she stands beside a windowsill
her actions on display
her smile is genuine
her eyes of glass are fake.
...
So tired of sleeping
tired of weaping
exhausted of
the spirit fumes.
...
Global tests,
which are the hardest
because they require us to think,
and be more than just
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Why do you touch me?
you pull my hair when i'm not looking
and touch my back when i don't see
why is it that you touch me?
...
I hear your voices
in the cold empty streams
and see your face in mirrors,
i look for you
...
I don't think he can understand
because Daddy is a selfish man
and momma is asleep beside the roses,
her eyes caked with dust.
...
Fury overwhelming
consuming all other emotions.
Prime charecteristic.
leaving you shaken.
...
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Carmen
The rooms here are vacent
funny how it is that way
doesn't it contain memmories
of those days?
The rooms here were witness
2 many people crimes
wiped its slate,
removed all the memmories;
empty air.
She stands here,
her skin poison ivy
where'd she get the bottle?
wish she has some leftover for me.
All of them know not to touch her,
warned away from her crime
'Carmen, Carmen'
she whispers
feeling his skin in the air,
remembering the knives and the lost
lives
fading with time.
Arm in arm they used to stand together
beside the picket fence
her nails pulled the rungs,
Carmen, Carmen
she'd whisper,
by the sunny days
in old crumbling rooms
her eyes were wide,
she believed in leather, him, and getting tattoes.
She was a beautiful girl,
but lived a typicle life
of sexist pigs
and abusing males,
she lived with it,
thats how strong women were made.
Until she broke,
until she fell down,
crumbling stares,
and whispers.
Oh, Carmen
why'd they use her so badly?
put her out of her misery.
Past the exit on route 44
you'll find an abandoned motel,
if you go in you'll see a corpse
he's now rotting in hell.
Go to the insane asylum,
locked down in silverspring
by the corner of racist
and Dick's grocery.
Go up to room 44,
you'll find her there
her eyes full of tears,
she killed a man
(even if he deserved to die) .
She sits and waits
for the jail cells,
for the army corpses
that haunt her dreams
on sleepless nights;
every night,
remembering crumbling walls.
Carmen, Carmen
she whispered
laying down in her grave
waiting in the casket,
trying to be brave.
Take her partway to hell
because she did bad,
take her partway
to heaven,
because she's really only
mistreated
and sad.
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