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Witching Hour Strike Twelve And my darker side? It can’t be helped So while I’ve got the mind to say What words I lack throughout t..

Empty, This page upon the wall, The sky through which I fall Into the life I didn’t want, Typing in this dead plain font. Empty, My mind..

Too many hands. I’m bound, Forced down, Barely breathing, Barely living. I’m blind, For these hands, They guard my eyes. I can&r..

Damn the song Here’s my music The blur of lines Stretched across my mind Each blob a stain across the measure Stretching notes into one a..

Why do you insist on, Pushing me away? What could I have done wrong, To force you to act this way? For this rock is rolling through life Blac..

His hands shake, Bare and boney. They lift each piece from the dirt Holding it to the sun, As it shades a single spot on his face. He closes on..

Watch, Wait. Take a breathe, Realize who you are. Then realize again that you can’t. So stand still, Watch the rain, As it meets yo..

Round three. I’m tie and tied, Watching it all fly by. My issues are lost, Burned by the frost. I’m tired of fires, Caught in th..

Take it back, One step at a time, Be sure to look forward, In this state of rewind Remember those faces?The one’s you turned away? Pray..

Step lightly, For your pace cracks dirt. Just like the rest. Haven’t noticed yet? Too bad. You would’ve before. Those skies abov..