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Dim and Fading Pulses - by Jesse Marx

Another loss with summer eyes. The air tastes of rain but the winters had enough this year. It's now hard to see in blue with slits of red, our last stand. I'm demolished in dreams, but you don't mind, cause after all mind over matter and thicker than blood you still hate what you really want.

 

 

Harmony In Grey - by Kyle and Jesse Marx
And now the airs our falling lie. Waves roll over, crash like thunder and hit like you. Gone in a flash you left in a blur. Frozen in time, frozen in breath, every word struggles, then dies off my lip.

 


Prolonged Mystery - by Chris Green
Collision Suffocates your emotions. Blind Oceans Clear your way. Think away from leaving. Don't turn away too fast, departure is too fast. You drown in mid-breath. Emotions are to strong now that you are gone.

 

Red Razor Goodbyes - Jesse Marx

So we wake up to the breeze as it breaks us down... The boy dreams from a hill. Upwards to the night sky passing clouds revoke change. And the air will guide that change. Take a fragile mind from all which loses itself. From greed, from fear, from love and from pain. An essence to the leaving. He opens his eyes. 

 

 

Siege Perilous - Chris Green 

There's nothing left for you to do or say. I've become your mistake.

 


Shadows Cast - by Chris Green and Jesse Marx
Our Forgotten youth is among broad shadows. Cast from your desperation. Lead by infinite envy. Your thoughts crash. Basking in bliss, drifting in conflict the years collapse into one solitaire moment. Bitterness and dismay, your five minutes of verse are up.

 

Silhouette - by Jesse Marx
A silent fall from grace. The air it halts, erase. Time stops and nothing moves. One sided, alone. Outlines wilt in an April air. I brace for your impact. Why answer? You'll never question. 

 

Sight Blinded Eye - by Jesse Marx

Incase you're blind, I don't care to see you. Growing numb, I lie. Seeing red it begins to rain. I play dead halfway to the sunset. I cant forget your eyes. Blue moons to you, I've dreamed of such variety and now its yours. I cant forget your eyes.

 

 

Till Tomorrow - by Jesse Marx

Your eyes are nothing, a dead sunrise. Now is to lie, to wake but a dream. Tomorrow I'll die. Falling. Faster. Silence. Forget you.