Holding the Headstone, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

All that’s left of a simple pure beauty
 Tortured shell of innocent life 
Thriving starving to be alive 
Downed in wilted green showing your weighting regret 
Take comfort in our falling world 
Knowing that the dark is only cold 
Losing every opportunity to bring you home 
Stolen life replaced by truth of changing lies 
If done for god it must be right 
Tired of that music playing backwards
See to the light 
Bring me back 
Goodnight 
Lay to sleep the child I could never save 
In your home of ashen gray 
To fill our lungs with you 
The wind steals away as goodbyes break
Posted: 2005-08-14 04:21:21 UTC

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2006-02-23 21:23:47lost the lonely dead
sad but i like it