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My words will decay Into senseless mutterings When the lights in my eyes Are forever dispatched
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Back down Surrender your pride In a soothing backslide From the quarreling hearts and minds The hallows beg to be sought As the vengeful arise In their power-driven stride Withdraw, withdraw From the brink of outrage For these fragile moments Drift silently by For the quiet is pure It is loving and warm Conveying so…
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I have returned To these endless white halls To the fury of myself Dissolved and solemn To the torment I impose In the bright blaring day To the vengeance I’ve sown In the hearts of true friends I have earned the great mist Where a stillness May siphon my strength And drag every word from…
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Pride In the eye of our perils Our days remain full Joyous and loud The rejoiceful screams May take to the clouds Of harrowing black Never tiring Never failing in strength No torment Can quiet the thrill The laughter we reap, in earnest In the lull of our fears Pride and joy Can forevermore be…
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My plundering eyes Have had their fill of delight A display, of heavenly bronze In her auburn swoops I dissolved And drowsed to her thrill Among fools who have slouched To the depths of mankind Shame On these plundering eyes That have had their fill In a deep and devious silence
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May I soon depart From the hellfire, I ignite All the fears I encourage and swell In my starved frame of mind There is peace to be claimed Outside of myself Beyond the walls, that contain inferno There is love to transpire To beautifully encroach And raze every beast That quarrels and quakes in my…
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All manner of strange worms Weave through this night In a maddening, tussle and thrash To the surface With their various, schemes and scars As the infamous passersby All manner of wreckage Declines in this muck In a self-induced haze Chattering, babbling, downward And surely they are to blame From the heave of our engines…
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Tail-lights, beam through the night In a bright crimson blaze Nourishing the lost To simply embark Is the sweetest of joys As the woodlands unfurl Into still golden plains Too soon loom the sands And the plentiful waves The well of lost youth Overflowing, with the past
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The dawn is slow to depart From its thick veil of sloth And just barely I stir With desire and meaning Today The impossible chore The unbearable trek and loop Of the mad It makes no difference, if I arise to its call Or if I tragically decline From the weight Of my quieted crimes…
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So much for this nurturing silence Where the full view of the world Performs, in my thoughts For a gust of new words Has come my way To conquer and command This shell-shocked form Restored to my height I take to the roads of others To appease, the hearth of the norm To be recovered…
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