May 2013
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Once And A While
It happens every once and a while, when you feel hopeless. I want to care, but nothing can clean wounds. There is a hope but
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The Days To Come
Sounds of violence help me get through the night. It always seems so ring through my head all day. My thoughts go wandering. I’ll never
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Just Like Clockwork
You look defeated, as you’re laying, on the floor. You look so tired, and strung out. You look so disappointed. You seem to lack
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It’s Better Now
A pulse beats, in the darkness. Everything flows naturally. As the old lepers all die, to the other side. Till then, we can breathe out
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Save This Dance Tonight
Has this reached its end? Well I don’t feel dead. I left you in your car. I walked straight ahead. Your shadow reflected a glimmer.
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Letters to the Mind: Fear
Dear Fear, I ran into you the other day. You had that smile that you always have. All crooked and torn. For a second, I
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Lose Your Way (Like The Rest Of Us)
I never thought I could, give you enough. We need the worst of things, to get up. In the meantime, we travel down a road.
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Hell Is Just A Word
The secrets that I own, are put up on a shelf. It has terror, and I’m scared, but I know its my home. Can I
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Letters to the Mind: Lust
Dear Lust, It feels like I crave you more and more, as the nights pass. I can’t believe that you have such a hold on