Remember My VoiceShe had bourbon-bleached eyes, and red running lips. She tossed the dice with her coarse hands,Remember My Voice
and frail fingertips.
She was sour in black,
with no means or taste. For that woman was me,
a woman, sad- yes, a sad woman case.
As my future self, swayed by the gutter she turned to my ghost, and started to stutter.
Through the sliding doors of time, I saw my age-warped reflection stare at me...confused, then became aware of the conception.
Once past the shock, she spoke at me with passion,
through time
walk and dreamwalk on the pavement at night the moon will force everything around you to shine it even makes the grass, your hands and your hairwalk and dream
hell, even your shoes and eyes seem bright. just keep walking, but make sure its straight becuase you dont want to end up in the gutter again just remain ambitious and make steps of decisions, and keep walking, keep walking away. but if you want to stop because you have had enough make
sure you sit, sit on the grass by your side. the prickly cussion, there by your side. feel it run through your hair, let it dance, say a prayer be one with th
This Pain InsideThis pain inside.This Pain Inside
my heart, it jumps even faster at the thought of death but my skin, it feels warmer when i contemplate it. i sleep and dream-but i cannot dream of dying because
dying in a dream is impossible.
this pain inside,
why does it hurt? its begging for redemption,
my shameful soul.
it bleeds out insecurity and an unnatural love for pain for the pain i feel all of the time
the pain that is inside.....
is comforting.
the school days are but a blur even friends they inspire my thoughts to escape what is
the Will of DeathThe Will of Death in all its certainty. now, thats a statement worth revising. can we speak with an open mind-like a child,the Will of Death
or someone free? Ah, there's that word-'freedom'. Why do we say it-with such vivacious reckoning? Is freedom happiness? They say, to be free is to be saved,
well then-death must be the answer. But the will of death,
firstly the will for the act-its so called monstrousity- a difficult deed,
and secondly the question: Will death set us free? Ask it over and over, but the answer will not coincide, although people who die automatica
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the long habit of living indesposeth us for dying
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