Under Fictitious Skies, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Your frantic mind is casting off the sleep 
Trying to resonate the feeling that were still alive 
Alone and hidden in your past where you decide to hid our
keep 
Denied the chance to share one life

The days of sun filled innocence passed of by all ages 
To form the picture of that crumpled car 
Turing our time into pointless phase 
Your empty words have gone to far 

Our dreams were memories of their own 
Were did the free sprit and happiness go 
In its place animosity and geed has grown 
I'll make a point to tell you no 

Looking back your seeing only wasted years 
Stories of the pain you caused begin to unfold 
The silence is growing in your fears 
You are hiding your betrayal leaving it untold 

We'll blanket the strife with joy 
Living your secret agendas and hidden affairs 
Powdered cheeks and swaying hips looking for a boy 
Greedy glossy eyes looking from here to there 

Gathering your growing lies, flee for home 
The mere utterance of your graces seems so new 
Broken homes and laughing eyes that were never known 
The pain has come and gone with nothing left to do 

Hope for us is nowhere to be found 
It's time that we go back 
The paths to take abound 
Where to go I am losing track 

The life seems only a faltering dream 
Running for escape, opening the door 
Lost within the dark eclipse it would seem 
I'm among forsaken souls galore 

The pain is sleeping deep within waiting for it all 
Sanity is slipping onto me I want to wish it away 
Cling to my irrational thoughts making out a call 
The coming of my ending days 
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:37:14 UTC

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2006-02-28 21:36:03lost the lonely dead
is it someone i know? yes or no?