

Shh...I've been told of salvation Hidden in those eyes and lips Yet can it ever be enough? Darkness threatens us every night Forcing the shades drawn, lamps flicker to life We are safe in this artificial brightness At least until the morningShh...
Hush a bye, hush a bye, The clouds will part in time
I loved you before we even met Prayers devoted to a faceless hope The object of my affection, secret adoration Each morning sparkled with your reflection Glistened with whispers of the magic to come Though thunder reined my days and nights You illuminated t


i will miss youshe has pulled a dagger from the pocket of her coat burried it in the ground next to the creek. we laughed there once, sitting for hours with only mud and twigs soon silence babysat us as we tried to disappear. now i am broken, thoughts scattered with the pages from my scrapbook volatile and vandalized, i am the bottom feeder. perhaps it will blow over, for these memories now play my foe in this moment i am a ghost town, vacant and confused. one way ticket clasped in her hand,i will miss you
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From your distant, user-unfriendly p0izun.
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art is useless! go outside!
Thanks for the comment; you've got some great stuff going on here. Love the poetry cover, the text seems really appropriate. And "Standing Back from It All" has a really great punch to it. Awesome stuff.
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Thanks for the visit and watch again!
paging dr. hayley.
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These brittle ghosts won't love you.
-- Converge, To the Lions
thanks for adding me to your deviantwatch!! ...and I see you're a fellow fight club fan too
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