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Nov 19, 2009

A bad day

can hear bones crack and scream. What you see may not always be as it seems, blood runs down the sewer in streams and refuses to let you forget. No muss no fuss, fuck that you won and I'm screaming bloody murder hoping their ears have rung. Do you like it yet? Life = regret and if you want to come out on top you've got a ways to go yet. Tell me the life story of the girl you never knew, the one you always dreamed about but she never saw you. Perhaps her circumstances will open her sleeping eyes, and let her realize how far she really is from the sky. My, oh my what a tragic sight. When she sits in defeat, still knowing she was right. Can you give me one last breath? One more smile before you go. A reminder that I'm still human, so the memory never goes. What happens when you can't tell love from hate anymore? Call it quits or try some more? I can feel the waste that is me, see the face that used to glow, but only exists blankly now for cheap show. I'll take a hit to erase this and a drink to wash it down, and I'll watch the world unravel with but a passive frown.
 

Nov 15, 2009

Rest your weary eyes

and dream of something more. Beyond this ramshackle life you hold. Come now, my child, my seeker of gold, fly and perhaps you'll seek so much more. A home for the cold and the hungry and poor is a luxury most cannot afford, so we will go above and beyond our lonely mediocrity to search and find what we've been missing. Come now, my one and my all, can you remember the day I recall? Back when nothing had impact and everyone had it all, can you remember those leaves that would fall? The autumn wind foreshadowed this oncoming disaster, pulsing faster and faster with every chill. Don't tell me you never saw, never heard the fear. Never could you have missed these calamities so near. But now, in the midst of all that's gone wrong, these shimmers of light have come along, but before the light switched off and the Gods went to bed, these flashes of brilliancy were in my head. And so I tell you my child of the night, you must rest your weary eyes and dream of the light.