The TimesThe room is pitch black, except for one light Sitting there in the middle of the night Spread across the rumpled bedsheets Is my tattered book of memoriesThe Times
Open randomly to any page Wonder to myself at how I've aged Seems so long ago, but I know These times--how fast they come and go
Don't shut the cover just yet Take a good look, never forget
Good times, bad times, in the past I knew these days just wouldn't last Hold on tight to every day Come tomorrow, today just fades away
The assorted pictures strike my mind Igniting memor
WalkingI walked outside and looked at the sky Only to see the blank face of God judging me. I walked along the concrete paths I know so well And yet felt like nothing was familiar.Walking
I walked in step with my comrades And wondered if they really valued who I am. I walked among the throngs and crowds And yet I felt so alone.
I walked along the lakeside Only to find it lifeless and empty. I walked among the clouds Only to fall through to the ground below.
I once walked with partners and friends But felt empty and useless. Now I walk alone on a path of
A Blurb.You were a part of my life that I'll never forget And it pains me to see that there is nothing left Of the sweet girl I knew and it's hard to let go And it gets that much harder the more that I know But you're in my dreams, the one I used to love; It breaks my heart when things remind me of The friendship we shared and the memories I'll keep But it's clear you sent yours to the dark, briny deep.A Blurb.
I'll never really know if we'll ever speak again And eventually, someday, I'll be rid of the pain You caused, time after time, for so many years-- The cause of my anger, my suffe
AbaddonThe plush softness of the chair envelops me With warm comfort, but all I feel are the flames Licking at my flesh.Abaddon
The cold beer flows down my throat, smooth As the glacial ice's final retreat, but all I taste is The salty tears of the anguish of the Ages.
The television shows the game and my friends Shout their joy, but all I hear is the cries of those Poor souls awash in unbearable grief.
My arms are heavy with the weight of a thousand memories; My head spins with the blows of hate and frustration; My throat is sore from the unspoken screams of pain beggin
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Do you know that place in between sleeping and awake? That place where you are still in dreaming? That is where I love you. That is where I will be waiting for you.
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Blender
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