Ghost HeartsI've found my resting spot between the Chicago times and the moon. I've got my head screwed on tightly I assure you [I do]Ghost Hearts
I am more than sane More than aware just can't find my place [somehow becoming lost] And it's all my fault
for delving into this realm of machines
I've become comfortable with my own misery and yours to a degree our ghost hearts set astray into outer space but forever haunting me
[why me?]
And the stars are our guides [not those real ones placed up there] But the ones
UnsewnI've never seen a sunset peel away inhibitions like the one that I caught when we first met- [in my net of many failures] I gained the knowledge of almost everything Inspiration flowed effortlessly we skipped stones across our seas of ire I conquered the fearUnsewn
of which my entire foundation was built- lost my ability to grieve- to connect
with anything The night I surrendered my heart to you [now entrenched in the soles of your feet] I've lost sight of the living hailing coffins
for the dead My mind, one that is forgiv
Dolor ExpressTake this sunrise Bleeding color into our sea Take this moonlight lathering our flesh Take it all it's not free-Dolor Express
none of it
not tonight never Take this melody sung from heaven hung by stars above my head is death- It's tangible to me now everything I've ever said fallacies built out of protest to stifle my own insanity- take this skin take these bones they're not mine but a prison take these eyes make them see the holy ghost of which you've hidden I'm prepared for the end &nb
Hauling Iron UphillEmbedded into my side; carved into my consciousness the only truth I ever knew once a sigh of relief the only feeling that ever drewHauling Iron Uphill
emotion from this well dried
and barren- you complete me i repeat dried eyes for eternity you answer my every question though trivial
to the world you listen! You listened.
| "A word to the wise is infuriating. " -Hunter S. Thompson |
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Any time I go into anything like this, I make sure, before I ever put pen to paper, that I've got the say.....If you don't, it's like putting your kid in an orphanage.
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