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Dull thoughts drip through from behind closed eyes. To stop thinking would buy me a little time. To stop breathing would pause this state of ..

The rain is pouring over me washing away the evidence of you from my skin so thatI don't remember how it felt- Icurse that rain. A forced memory ..

I've got Red Fire in my veins I've got Orange Says we can't be friends I've got Yellow Diseased with sin I've got Green When I see yo..

Sitting on the chair next to my own is a man it seems Who is at home with the music in this place And by the look on his face �" the bee..

Lingering at my fingertips Tingling the feeling that’s been building inside. In the darkness I slip Into a strange abyss- A certain lost pat..

Eyes penetrating from a distance- You aren’t even trying. I guess discretion is not your thing. Overrated, outdated, dripping fantasies, Cra..

Questions, the answers to which I do not know And so I am lying. Promises you made so hard to keep And so I’ve given up trying. Who was th..

Stock exchange of this heart, The markets fell And you Were a part of it all. Calculated methodically Balanced equations, Frantically forced rea..

An epilogue to pain- And you are gone now. I still hear you Chanting sweet symphonies- To someone else’s heart. I still feel you The weigh..

Freedom �" a certain theoretical phenomenon it seems Which is still in the early experimental phase Because when I walk by You still st..