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Clove Smoke Catharsis Lean against the night and laugh as I try to scale the walls. Ingnored futility fills the air. You're only there to watch me fall...If only pure sweetness was offered, why's this bitter taste left in my mouth? If I could catch my breath just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in to long...... From above comes a faint smile, a new vantage such a view. Familiarity know disowned. Just sit and stare as I walk away.
The Prayer Position Now! Peel the skin back from the flesh. Steal the flesh back from the starving static minds. From nature we must stray, to clarity we'll climb. Deadly impulse seems so natural, just look beyond it and we'll find a brand new evolution. Here begins a brand new line. And in the distance there's a gathering, that no longer seems so far away. Pushed to our knees so let us pray, and all together we'll bring the real rain. Watch all that's wasted wash away, so let it come. Our will be done. Stature retrieved, regain our form. Break free from instinct that's left us all confined. From nature we must stray to clarity we'll climb. Tradition ingrained, now impermissible. Now comes a call for all to find a brand new evolution. Here begins a brand new line. I can't help but fear, look to my species and tremble, to think that God is just... And in the distance there's a gathering that no longer seems so far away.
No Poetic Device I've been dreaming. I was lucid. I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores. Who'd believe that it was all my own decision? Cracked faces and medicated smiles. Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in. For even needle open my chest and insert ten pins. I just anticipate what awaits when I awake... break. I die in my daydreams. The gardens have all been overgrown. I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose. A deadly secret only I suffer to know. I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake... break. I die in my day dreams.
The Last Kiss Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see. All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every peice. You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know. I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you. Do you like what I'm becoming? Hurt myself today. It's all for you. I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee. Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably. But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Please don't ask me what I think, trust me, you don't want to know. Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me, 'cause I can't.
Weathered Tome They're coming 'round again. I've returned and they've been waiting. Their aged offererings received and returned, passed through wet eyes. I tremble as I feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know. So chilling as I feel them mourn within my soul. As the mourning grows. Unfold before me. Turn back the page again. Twenty four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending. Shadows of glory shading my heart again. Recall the summer when I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows I'm coming 'round again. I've returned and no one's waiting. I strain my eyes to see but it's so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls.
At A Glance No haven now as I watch it pour from everywhere. Just like the storm that has come out of thin air. Gentle caresses, just as paper thin -frail and only- lack the strength to hold. What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours, or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me? Fall into open arms that offer their protection. Quick to deny that their open to deceit. Long to believe that support will never cease. Bitter and lonely, those they've left before. The vibrant heart so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold. Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me.
