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Would you erase her? Could you run and hide her?

Chaseing through the swiss cheese holes in your mind to hold her one more time, but you're letting her go.

Would you cut her? Sliceing blades through her ivory skin, just to watch her bleed. Running her down, crying with rage, and letting go of your feelings.

Could you break her heart? Telling her things she doesn't want to hear, just to make yourself feel big. Do your words tear her heart to pieces?

Would you leave her alone? Scarred and cold in the dark, to face the deamons you unleashed in a passionate moment of anger.

Will you dream the dreams that set us free? Letting go of the chains that hold onto the mind. Can you control them, or do they control you?

Can you dream the dream she wants you to be? Is it why it's this way?

Can you see tomorrow?

Will you be it for her?

Every day Ii gave you what Ii wanted, and everyday I gave you all Ii could. Now for everyday that you have watsed, i'll take what Ii want and leave you for good.

It was all I could take just to speak your name.

The reverant lies told a thousand times.Now in the wake of a thousand dreams, i'll be set free.

You no longer control me.

Everyday, like a zombie Ii crawl, on my hands and knees till they bleed for you. But, it was never enough, you wanted more, all your damage done, even more in store.

Take me from this place, I just can take no moreThe light that once lit the way has burned out today.

I lost the will to fight tonight.

Flakes dust the ground. Dancing in the wind.

A gentle reminder that winter's sweet kiss has embraced out lips once more. Beauty lost iin a storm too pretty to hate,

Heatrs beat faster, hold loved ones closser to stary warm. Fires crackle, cold winds howl through the night.

Why can't she see me? I'm sitting right next to her.

Why can't they hear me? A room full of silent people, yet I am still alone. To burrow under what ever blanket I choose and the anger stew. For so long it has been this way. A life less ordinary to live and everyone stays.

This life is like a test for something bigger, something more. It's not like it's something I want. Building bridges in this life onlyto find n the end, I iwant them burned to the gound. Those kine in the shadow that know there place, those in the light blinded by there own belief. We teach equality to the masses too undereduicated to grasp the concept of life or words. Thoughts pour like a river, and never a drop is felt. The knowledge of the king they worship, the wisdom in his words, lost in a crwd that only looks at the pictures.

I wonder if I hand her a picture, will she see me?

I wonder if i read to them, would they hear me?

Pages filled with hollow words. The meaningless ramble of a person trying to regain what they had lost. Books were written. Printed in the pain of a teenagerlocked in the abyss that was their mind. Lost to regain, the glutton for punishmentpressed on to find the things they had left behind.

Opening the box of painfull memories, they tear a sunder in piles of ash as the words struggle to form coherant thought.

Precieved as pattern, the routine writings were sacrificed to the flres of a jealous fiend and friend.

All hope lost in the heat of dancing flames.

Feel danger in the confined space. Deepening the darkness allows no light to taint the vision. I hear you screaming.

Drummers beat in time to the quicking of your heats beat. Waters intensify to boil the thoughts, to loosen the skin, and empty the body.This shell is imperfect.

Locked behind walls, covering up addicitions. Lies to the ones you love, and love for those whoonly grow to hold you down.

Did they smile at your face?

We forgave while you kept twisting the dagger.

Did they laugh then?

Running away from a past you can't step out of. You are her. Her face, her shape, he rmind, her shadow.

You are all of these things. Things you promised me you would never be. Things you promised would die.

Are we, should we learn to trust again?

Locked in your confined space, do you think of me?

Lighting the flame, touching the glass, can you hear me speak?

Ii scream to stop you. You hear only what you want to.Baby has black ballons on her birthday. Why?

Cause mommies ina confined space.

Six feet beneth you.

The miracle baby, born with greatness in heart. The expected saviour of people who's lost their faith, lost their way.

The eyes cried tears of life, waters blue, bloods red, and suns suns yellow. The colors of life expressed in the tears.Streaming from eyescoarsing over cheeks, then dropping back into the earth from wince this child came.

Don't open the case for inspection. Kepp it closed. Keep his eyes shut.

Intangent kiss from unsuspecting lips. Her eyes move slowly to the floor. What thought run rampent, the stars croos, and it remains the crutch.

Hinderance of friendships forged in heart break. She relies on he, relies on sherelies on he, and the moment grows quiet still.

Viewpoints from opposite ends. The good, and the bad march side by side, for it is why they are known to one another.

Three words so difficult to express. Mouths moe but sound is silienced by heart beatsm eye blinks, hugs, and stares of a profound imperfection.

Once holding, then scolding, torn away and put back together. Niether one willing to give up or in.

She spreds her wings as a butterfly to be free. She dances in the wind. The world is her own.

He sits in corners to study, to watch. Play with moods that swing her breeze.

Let control slip away. Embrace the moments and stay. They hold tight, for tomorrows first kiss will never come.