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There’s something very dark about this city.
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There’s nothing more he’d like than absolution:
Abandon from the ceiling of restraint
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by Sir Love Coffin
47 lines,
on Jun 17 12:00 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Dark, Adult, Love, Isolation, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, Goth, ALC.
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by Sir Love Coffin
70 lines, 1 comment,
on May 13 3:59 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Personal, Pain, Sad, Isolation, Self-Hatred, Goth, Thoughts
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In the suburbs of paradise
there is a virgin playing solitaire
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i've been avoiding all the songs that bring me down and make me long for you
but now i'm in that place where they're the only words that ring true
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the leaves move in shadows
in the coming storm
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The shimmering whisper of silence
Fell upon you
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The dead fetus
Our only memory
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i'm in this cube of solitude
now your rhetoric can't save me now
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This wall between us
made of brick and steel, time and space.
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Isolated feather,
upon the shore,
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by Sir Love Coffin
38 lines,
on Feb 4 10:29 AM 2008. In Lyrics, Dark, Goth Rock, Valentine's Day, Isolation, Pain, Sad, Adult, Thoughts, Love
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they say no man is an island, but I am an island
i just watch the continents dance on the horizon
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My feet soak in the salty water;
My reflection stares into my face.
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Ive built myself a box where I can be
Just as despondent as I please
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Running through the dustbowl of your mind
Kicking up the dust, they are hard to find
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searching for security, anything
a flash of light, a handhold, a crack in the world
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the world passes behind
my back rushes to oblivion
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press me lightly into Earth -
leaking water
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And this is what it all comes down to, just another night alone and cold
Whats the point of keeping up this ruse its all a lie- just another fucking lie
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Isolated in my box,
Where no one can be or remain
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A keyhole to your world / Is a pupil in your eye. / The keyhole is too small / For any key to get inside. / Let it flow and count to nine / Bitter sweetness is rising up your spine / Were you feeling fine, wh
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I've travled this country before In full bloom, green light reflected from
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She designed it She built it
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Through the muddy haze of rough conversation
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I am just reflections of
everything that has been said and done
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i get the bus bus bus solitary airy omnibus
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Take this knife Slit my throat Take my life
by TommyTRASH
73 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 3 1:12 AM 2007. In Hate, Anger, Dark, Sad, Morbid, Pain, Thoughts, Loneliness, Isolation, Personal
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Everyday...
The Pain, is replenished.
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I remeber napalm: It fires my jets:
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Of lust, of love, in death I'm free
Of churning seas as seasons bleed.
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Yet here I am, ‘pon a precipice
With echo my only hope.
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