Bachos, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

My heart of indecision
The half-light shields the growing darkness 
To make a stand will be my end 
My soul is kind even if this heart is darkened 
I pledge my love to a life I cannot live 
Escape together in make believe 
Both eyes begging for the night to never come
Posted: 2005-09-24 16:22:07 UTC
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2006-03-06 18:37:20lost the lonely dead
interesting piece of work, i'll give you that much