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The dead have come:Their corpses rotting,Like slime to the touch.Gaping mouths and gaping wounds,Blood in an ever-pouring ooze.The dead have come:Surr..
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I stumbled and fellThrough adolescence;With a shiverOr a sigh,I went onWith my life.And now I lookTo fallen skiesAnd fallen dreams;To desperate liesAn..
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The blood's on the walls:To Hell with proper protocol.Let it soak in through the floorsAs I study your wounds; edges coarse.Dip two fingers into your ..
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Trust is kind of fickleWhen all you do is make believe.And while our lives may be simple,It's still so hard to watch you leave.I may try to cling to t..
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Lace my fingers with yours,And peer behind those orbs.Search for reality, or maybe illusion.Try and figure out if our love is delusion.Capture your sw..
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You told me to take your hand,And never be afraid again.But here I am,Scared of all the things we did;Afraid to move forward,But afraid to step back.P..
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Kisses sweeter than my addictionWith emotions tangled in an affliction;Wide russet eyes meet my ownWith a message of "Yes, go on?"Lips softer than a f..
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Physical immortality is but a hoax:
Only a soul can live on forever.
Bodies may speak, but in ways verbose;
Souls, though silent, guide you thr..
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I dreamed a dream so sweet,I knew it to be false.My head on your chest,Our fingers entwined,Your painted canvas colored with the dawn.Flesh on flesh,R..
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I stand atop this star lit bridgeTaking my last breaths,Inhaling in the smell of youThrough my memories, And I can almost feel you here.The scruff of ..
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