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Life warped beyond recognition 
Becoming a painful competition
Struggling for a moments fame 
Giving up to the pain 
Now all that's left is destroyed 
The wings of war are devoid 
With the loss of emotion they are humbled 
Sighing with humanity's last stumble 
Laying waste to high society 
Expanding the loose variety 
In every breeze a little more is lost 
No one cares about the cost 
Living high on the thrones of dirt 
Who will be hurt? 
Drifting far away to the land of make believe 
Look at all that we will achieve 
Smoldering dreams 
Happenstance of recurring themes  
Tugging on the broken heartstrings 
A faltering kiss farewell to the kings 
Holding tight to wilted photographs
Replaying the last echoing laughs 
Falling tears warp there meaning 
Stumbling casting way through unseeing
Give it up to our demonic tyrant
His love tells us that we cant 
Shattering the realms of truth 
Maybe this is our fountain of youth   
With every step falling deeper in to dark seclusion 
Dreaming thoughts of mass illusions 
Sleeping in the dieing heat 
The notion to rise is fleet 
Embers of the dieing heart keep the flames alive 
So only the past survives 
Played by the melody of the harp
Ringing of its tune is sharp 
Watching the hourglass run low 
Sounded by the thoughts of a little black carrion crow 
Posted: 2005-04-07 14:50:54 UTC

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2006-03-29 17:43:58lost the lonely dead
this would seem odd to me under ordinary circumstances i think but i think i feel for you, or at least understand a bit of what this seems to say