Wake the Living -With Regret-The hours of nothing can seem so intense, like the static of a silence, the eye of a hurricane that never stops waltzing in and out again.Can I really go on like this?Can it keep me breathing long enough to see another blazing beginning? A wave crashes again on the lonesome Island, Another salty splash on open scars,The passion of tangled blankets and &
Shaking It OffProceed with vulgar implicationsof the past you swallow alive.Shallow oceans, hurricanes.I guess you'll have to dive.They say you have to hit the bottombefore you start to rise --But all you do is lay and bleeduntil the cops arrive.
Zombie Nation Eat dandelions The dead are taking over Foolish zombie weeds
Rainbow PsychosisTell me, child,can you hear anymore?Or has the sound of those last gasping breaths,those pit-of-the-stomach sickening retches,deafened your pretty ears?Innocent, said the liar.Pure, like a dressed up paper angel.This incident is a great and terrible work of fiction.Oh, but this is a part of me, child,as are you, you crying whore of a personality.Leave this troubled mind to mourn a face in peace.
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