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I hear the sirens from under my skin,
Echoing tunes of haunting hymns,
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I am a Mouse.
It was the beginning of the last month
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Rest compassionately on my knife,
Fingers gripped tightly on its golden grip,
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Look in the mirror, the mirror is looking at You.
I’m questioning its reasons, You reason my questions.
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My words cannot save me
Your hopes cannot reassure me.
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I don't want to work this out
Or even understand
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The clock is ticking by,
I am anger.
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Crying with blood of angels’ wings,
Drips the ink on stationeries’ blank page.
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Take one more walk down GREY STREET,
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These walls calmly mallify my depressant thoughts
like alcohol in my system.
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Twisting and twining, down the dark corridors
Closing my eyes to be closer to home
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Deep with in my fresh new lungs,
Breaths in the golden radiating sky,
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Compressed in a small package
Unable to break free, because only you have the key.
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Come speak to me, love
While whispering sweet nothing.
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It's all the same story now
It's all the same lies, and disbelief
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But that will never reign upon my empty grave
Words never said hidden in a longing heart
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_Loneliness_
I just want to suffocate myself,
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Sweet goodbyes, don't let go
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Spring smell, summers burning bright,
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Now that a year's gone by,
And I've had time to say my sorrow,
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A tiny petal left in the waters of blood
Exposed to the repeated beating, of false perception
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Lady
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On the lonely lands of Earth's sweet sorrow
All placed in the Willow of September's Breeze
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So sweet and I could continue to dance
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Reversed love left in an open fire of pain
Lonely desperation, while darkly dreaming
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Latch of Hair
Underneath my pillow now lays
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Compassion…a word lacking meaning
Love…a word un-fore filling and lonely
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Little lonely Grumpy Bear
Lay gently and sleep tight
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Through the years...and all the tears
Lean on each other
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Smile empty soul
Look deep into me
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Deep within the darkest forest of Myth
In the center of a circle of the tallest trees
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Sit silently as I tell you a tale
Of four young boys
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Breaking away from the demonstrative hold
Falling deep into the desolated emptiness
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Smell the sweet rose, the scent swifts o'er
The soft solitaire land, of the shy mother earth
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