The world is crashing, crashing upon us.
And you hold my hand.Facade.
Will you walk with me through the flames? We agree, but little do I know- You've snuck out the back door.
The stage door, because this is all a show, what a show.
I'd rather die in a ciggarette smoke-filled trailer. Such a lowly death, but anything is better than this play you've put on.
Betrayal, you deny it to your grave. Such a great player you are. So great you make me sick.
Back and forth I go-Are you for real?
My mere life is hanging out to dry, and I thought you were hanging with me. Out there in the cold.
I'm convinced, you sucked the warmth out of the air.
How do you keep the life in your face? All the while I'm turning black and blue.
I guess you like rainbows after all.
Just tell me where this ends, show me the last straw and I'll pull it.
Pull it out of my bleeding heart.
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interesting
that's deep and painful why did you call this rapture when it's full of such sadness. I haven't been on in a while but i'll try to read some more of your writeings, i'll be posting new ones soon i hope
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pretty good. really liked "Will you walk with me through the flames? We agree, but little do I know- You've snuck out the back door." thought that was pretty spiffy. nice job.
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