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Insomniacs dream
The gate remains unopened And the snow forever untouched This grave has a face But the birds fly away Tears fall through the darkness Are they from the sky Once there was a river Look down it's become red Daggers in that stone Vipers engulf the world Inspirational speechlessness Moonlight obscuring the view (............) Everything has gone Loneliness tomorrow and the past Hell is persecution of the mind Every room has begun to threaten Each accusation sharp and direct But then, weren't they always News bulletins strike the TV Fatalities still unnerving Feeling as terminal as they do No good ever comes this way Suffocated by everlasting love I have no truth Happiness is the narcotic which does little to relinquish the pain Preaching no message the street lamps are forever warm Out in the cold, still five more years Noises from an electromagnet, manic comforts Crash to earth then choose to disappear Even the dumb are sleeping through Siberia hold out your arms Straggled red hair sluggishly falls I hope to kick this world aside One vital dash But I ain't got no money and that trench is too deep The window stains my hand Why not the wall? |
Tragic love poem
He left standing me on the cliffs Forsaken for another How long will I fall through the breeze? Their tears wait at the bottom My skull decides to meet the sea I'm submerged beneath the waves The peacefulness of drowning That hapless edge side gaze Even the make-believe has deserted And I don't believe you deserved it But let the end strike me, please Treat it with contempt 'Even the clouds seem satisfied' Natures one big mistake Standing captivated Wishing, although the realisation is far For something too distant to understand They're not asking anymore Don't want to face the mess they've dictated Poison spewed out like tomorrow will never dawn Treated like something that's inferior Shunned like the plague But then again the dishes need washing They have no truth (All that is wrong) The lonely grow lonelier Whilst the past teaches no lessons No times of glee for our children Shoot me in the head Feathers wave today Anarchy, I feel deserts it's routes The socialists destroy their own Stand on your box Everlasting axioms preached By the ones with no way of life Pacify the way of life Look to the streets The same crimes carry on Governments the puppets of the feeble few Corruption on the highest level back to contents |