It was a day like today that my Jesus died, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

I have heard some say they find you in the light 
But the only time I’ve found you is the dark of my ever
stretching night 
Do not leave me in the cold 
Do not leave me in the streets 
Even here where the panpipes play 
I feel no solace to the shame that grows behind this pen
 For every word that is ever lost. 
The ink and quill that bled for nothing 
My words go out to you in these darkened streets 
Where you battle will do no good 
Becomes nothing but a whisper on the dusty wind
Posted: 2006-07-26 03:50:11 UTC
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2006-07-26 04:25:29lost the lonely dead
loved the first two lines and the line ' i feel no solace... its a good one

2006-09-15 16:26:56lost the lonely dead
and in reading this again i like the words 'the ink and quill that bleed for nothing'

2006-10-16 19:47:29Faith
It is an interesting portrayal...