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"She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands, into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry
Like the scream of the butterfly"
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I can only laugh...It's a perception of such obscure virtues that I can only laugh right now. Because the other thing I'm saying when the laughing stops isn't as pretty.
Oh.........Gawd....ha...
That's all that I can form in my head...so that's what sticks to this bloody sheet tonight.
What now? Stability means focus...focus feeds on driven determination...that requires...insight...somebody is hiding in the clouds waiting to strike my twisted luck down again, aren't they? :: sigh ::
I'm too tired of playing this repetitive tango again...so maybe I can just sit this one out, grab some punch, and watch as it's given away..
Why do I feel worthless all of a sudden? Enough of that...too much of that...let's try a new approach.
Hello.
Bill Gates doesn't own an IPod.
Neither do I.
Join the crowd.
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Hmm...that approach was pointless.
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"untitled"
Silence broken by thunder
A lonely girl will wander....
Calls the lightning "grief"
And with it she is stricken
A heart with worn-out stitches
Isn't one of easy fixing
She calls out for the rain
To wake him from his haze
Everyday on her mind
The boy's been gone for days
Such a dark, cold world
Is he still alive?
Why does she try to save him
If he's begging to die?
Angel of compassion
Playing the angel of death
Saying that she loves the hurt
Is a lie and waste of breath
So is it any surprise
That he should worry so
That the girl who he has driven mad
Would be the one to let him go?
Paranoid and worried
It's a new world coming out of the abyss
So many things he's done wrong
So many opportunities he missed
Condemning fate with pessimistic chains
Seeing cracks in the painting
Instead of admiring the view
Seeing things from the otherside of the rope
No longer feeling like a VIP
He sits and waits as everyone passes by
They smile, "isn't it beautiful?"
Yes.
A real work of art.
~J.D.~
With blood on her hands, into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry
Like the scream of the butterfly"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can only laugh...It's a perception of such obscure virtues that I can only laugh right now. Because the other thing I'm saying when the laughing stops isn't as pretty.
Oh.........Gawd....ha...
That's all that I can form in my head...so that's what sticks to this bloody sheet tonight.
What now? Stability means focus...focus feeds on driven determination...that requires...insight...somebody is hiding in the clouds waiting to strike my twisted luck down again, aren't they? :: sigh ::
I'm too tired of playing this repetitive tango again...so maybe I can just sit this one out, grab some punch, and watch as it's given away..
Why do I feel worthless all of a sudden? Enough of that...too much of that...let's try a new approach.
Hello.
Bill Gates doesn't own an IPod.
Neither do I.
Join the crowd.
~~~~~~~~~
Hmm...that approach was pointless.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"untitled"
Silence broken by thunder
A lonely girl will wander....
Calls the lightning "grief"
And with it she is stricken
A heart with worn-out stitches
Isn't one of easy fixing
She calls out for the rain
To wake him from his haze
Everyday on her mind
The boy's been gone for days
Such a dark, cold world
Is he still alive?
Why does she try to save him
If he's begging to die?
Angel of compassion
Playing the angel of death
Saying that she loves the hurt
Is a lie and waste of breath
So is it any surprise
That he should worry so
That the girl who he has driven mad
Would be the one to let him go?
Paranoid and worried
It's a new world coming out of the abyss
So many things he's done wrong
So many opportunities he missed
Condemning fate with pessimistic chains
Seeing cracks in the painting
Instead of admiring the view
Seeing things from the otherside of the rope
No longer feeling like a VIP
He sits and waits as everyone passes by
They smile, "isn't it beautiful?"
Yes.
A real work of art.
~J.D.~