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Saturday Sleeps and Sunday Screams
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Saturday Sleeps and Sunday Screams |
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Deus Junior Member
since 2003-07-17
Posts 18California, US |
Murderous motifs mocking our attempts These surroundings lack every sanity We are the disappointed sunset who only laments And the glorious death dressed in vanity If you find my fragments, let them die Separate them from your reality, weave their exodus And remember, everything was one beautiful lie Just like that wonderful story about “Us.” Send back my words and thoughts To the address I never gave Like bullets from broken shots They’ll kill me before they save Knocks and walks and screams Slams and sleeps and punches You killed my hopes when he released my dreams They crawled through the cracks in droves, in bunches Lonely solitude, I know it well Full of empty in a home miles away In a home beyond the seventh circle of hell On a cold surface, in a dark place I lay Face down when she left with him Not even a goodbye to let her know The chances now are even more slim He’ll never play the lead in this crazy show Butterflies to bees Wings to stings Their final exit In the play that never happened Leisure, not life. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This was dark and haunting, and oh so tempting in a perverse sort of way. I'm thoroughly impressed by your powerful expression Sir William. I'm a big fan already!  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Deus "Send back my words and thoughts To the address I never gave Like bullets from broken shots They’ll kill me before they save" Back at you with, impressive. |
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