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Last Call ___________________
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Untitled
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Lock me in a room,
No one will find me.
The wind howls, the light shines
May we never be free?
The Empty Hall
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The girl walks the empty hall
She's wearing black
It shows pale against her hair
She walks the halls alone
She's singing softly
There's blood on her bare feet now
The girl walks on alone
She's frightened
But can't show it anymore
The halls fill with voices
But she's still lonely
The ghosts point accusing fingers
She starts to run through the empty hall
They walk the halls alone
They walk on alone
They're singing softly
Found You One
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Welcome to your preppy junkyard
Statically powered business booms
Hisses through homes
Hard on the heels
Of invisible venues
Bought cheap as they come
An emo-kid for every corner
Only carefree those who walk free
Sorry about your preppy dreams
Spiral
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The sky disappearing
The clouds become smoke
The flames are electric
The singers they choke
A lion's metal claws
A roar to a screech
An arm stretching out
A hand you can't reach
The one thing that's constant
The one thing that's fate
The spiraling downwards
The judgment of weight
A movement of people
A textbook of prayers
A man in a freak show
A vanishing fair
The life's always ending
The light's always there
The death's just beginning
The girl doesn't care
I think that's Everything
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Protector
You save me from my own cold hall
Companion
And when I'm surrounded and small
Friend
Spirits and angels seem nothing at all
Inspire
You make bad love songs beautiful
Lovely
I'm jealous of those who never fall
Forever
My mind fills with possibilities unseen
Forever
What does this poison seem to mean
Forever
Waiting for the towers to lean
Poe
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Dawn breaks like glass,
And lies shattered on the floor.
Sunlight begins to creep
Through the ancient wooden door.
There are no birds outside
My bedroom window.
No one to greet me;
None who would sink so low
As to cheer an old, crazed poet.
I am waiting for cold hands
Death himself will claim
All the poisoned lands.
The dawn breaks like glass,
Then is covered by a layer of nothing-dust
The old oak door speaks to me;
Silently, silently it moans.
Helen
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Life Story
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For You
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Sickening feelings
of hate
joy
love
But can we truly
fulfill
this?
Or is it a
hidden meaning
Behind a wooden horse
Storming castles with
Vanity
Not
Force.
She likes you, but not your style.
I like him, just not his smile.
The story told will take a while.
Someday sail the river Nile.
He loves me when I love "Kyle".
The story told can wait a while.
Turn my head and twist the dial.
I feel me but not my style.
This life to tell should make you smile.
Close the blinds and shut the door
Turn off the lights
They'll shine no more
Trying to hide in the day's cold rage
I shrink back frightened
You've locked a cage
I told myself
Find one to blame
I chose you
Put my hand in the flame
I wanted no pain,
Never again to speak these things
A feather, a flight
The angel's naught without your wings