| Best work so far i think |
Worthy For an EpitaphThe feeling of normality has been long forgottenWorthy For an Epitaph
My position on reality is deemed as something rotten For myself I live in a place where I am abnormal Just because I do not dress this new age kind of 50's formal Amazing that such a strong feeling of abhorrence could linger If I should be so lucky to find my end from the end of a crippling stinger It shall free me from the pain equivalent to the pain of a slaughter house caff
May you reflect the opposite of my life in my grave's epitaph
Sorrow's LightWhere is the sanctuary when you are lost in light No one around to drown my sorrow or my eternal battle Laying down day by day knowing there will be no rest at night My poison is the images of your corrupted dreams Crushing me to quench my thirst to sacrifice symbolic cattleSorrow's Light
The loneliness has never been so bright
Forcing us all on separate teams Taught everyday to be slaves to a cause that has nothing for you to gain Visions of propaganda push forth to cripple all support beams What kind of world is it where we can only find happiness in another plane How does any person in this w
On Ruin's EdgeThere is no reason to dwell on things that happened But every where I remain so does this feeling In each corner there are images of you that leave me saddenedOn Ruin's Edge
The things in this world no longer seem appealing
Any sign of humanity makes me cringe
Barred from the rest of the world unable to escape despair's gaze An appetite for happiness but I'm lost in an apathetic binge Wishing life was a thing I could place my own words and rephrase Romance, another thing I promise to never pledge I wish for this feeling to be gone For now the ones like me stay on ruin's edge While the hap
A Decayed DreamIs what we see really what it seems Do we really have to go on living these broken dreams Is it worth it to wait for something that redeems Will the guilt get lifted like water that steams Why is it difficult almost like swimming up streamsA Decayed Dream
What do you do when you lose it Do you stay at an attempt to refuse it Can we walk away in order to amuse it Or do we exaggerate it to abuse it The pain lingers like festering bruises
This is my paining sore It stays because you aren't here anymore Was i right for the way i treated you before This brand of hurt is
| I am me you know not much i can say in a box. |
Strange How Strangers Know
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THIS ONE TIME, AT FIDDLE CAMP...
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THIS ONE TIME, AT FIDDLE CAMP...
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THIS ONE TIME, AT FIDDLE CAMP...
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