mood: bleghhh
song: hemorrhage - fuel
c'est vingt avril deux mille huit
alone
complete untimely destruction
surrounded by broken links
every corner turned,
door after door shut and
sealed in the web of lies
woven together,
creating human life
reveal one corruption
cripple all connections
live in the hell
growing in the
background
see a friendly touch
watch it crumble to
dust,
where an angel of love
is delusioned by lust
an introverted
inspection
with every known
correction
relinquishing notes
of dread
still won't release
the dead
a flower
relates,
one by
one, petals fallen
faded,
trade them again
for the
next beginning
reached
at this one's end
alone
seek
and gather what's needed
simply
staring into space ahead
seconds
fall worthwhile
only
to pass time,
closing
in on the goal
of
lifetimes lived in seconds split
once
again realization hits
every
soul exiled to earth
searching
to be found...
...alone
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