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Still my beating heart be___Still...
Quiet__my river runs deep_and stagnant like a Dead Sea's calm,
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this is "spoken word" so it cant be held to the same standards of form and pronunciation. but i still want feed back. underscores mean a pa
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my tools have abandoned me first slicing my throat with my sharpened and unused pen leaving me mute, piercing my ear drum so that i may never again hear the ech
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Tainted Angels...
or disguised demons?
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Tainted Angels...
or disguised demons?
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they say ties is changing but the truth is so...
History is only repeating!
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The lamb's blood spills
flames dance sadly atop crying wax
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I want to love you
and my body, mind, and soul yearns
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inspired by this photo:
http://www.time.com/time/potw/20051021/
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I'm young, I'm old
I'm warm, I'm cold
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I wish to see
through those eyes again.
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I was there in the brown room with the desk.
T was sitting there with him, watching out the window
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A Fallen Angel Is Still An Angel
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Countdown to detonate...
'Tick'
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in such a starry eyed view,
i see pretend visions of the sweetest face,
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From the day we came together,
i had to separate now from then.
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from this street corners edge,
i spy with my third eye,
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As in his image i am godly,
so my soul cries oceans from the heavens
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I touch a cloudy night sky,
with a sigh
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How much is it that i love him,
just give me a minute to count the ways.
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My stomach is growling with hollow echos of starvation as the lion inside of me is tearing through my flesh to eat.
so i stand screaming parables
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as the blood spills and the bombs drop,
we still just lay and sleep.
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I Breathe dreams into the night, and watch visions of us reign.
like rain from clouds over lonely quiet waters,
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your voice can be so deceiving,
leaving me almost believing,
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i see your eyes red as fire, as you cut corners of sight to glance at me, burning through me in your desire. in your eyes with just a look, i am purified.your n
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i cant breathe.
my seeds can't grow
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standing outside myself in thought
analyzing what i see and hear
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to you my offering is...
all of me, and the best i can give.
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When i tell you "i love you"
does it cover you?
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I speak silently to pages
that almost look as Rhorshadt paintings,
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Sound the sirens of hell to echo,
through all battle fields of hate,
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Sleep child.
For you will never rest again.
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