Nov 15, 2012 12:30
these Sounds that make no sense
all in order, neat and tidy
Impossible to understand
drifting Self
misplaced keys
lost
Knowing
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dreams twisted nature
the edge of what we cannot see
gifting, cursing, with what we can not bear, can not have
worlds beyond our grasp
nightmares of these lives
who are we to dream this way
gods without remorse
touches, glances, these vivid undertakings
soaring heights to dark desolation
control slipping past
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this dissected heart on a lonely gurney
no mouth to speak
only to bleed
to die on the table
or live on in another
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black wings on painted skies
melting into the horizon
fleeting moments
reflections cast
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this wicked part
of this missing heart
is left