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No More Sorry Songs.
12:18 Jan 28 2013
Times Read: 396

I keep a box in my room, filled with everything that you ever gave me and anything that reminds me of you. I keep it locked out of sight for hopes that one day I might pluck up the courage to sit down and wright this letter to you. You keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside, you may never read it but it makes you glad to know that it's there. As you stare at the words that I wrote with my own two hands, words that I never could say. This is life at a pace that will crush us all right back to where we begin. This is hope in the form of a song that no one should ever hear.

Tomb of Hopes
05:18 Jan 27 2013
Times Read: 400

Your tomb of hopes is as dark as your soul.

Burning for the feeling of companionship.

Every night you shed your tears as you are overwhelmed by your greatest fears.

Awaiting for your chain to be broken.You ease the pain.

As the blood rushes from your head and that tingling sensation runs through your fingers.

you watch your life flow out from within.

Your sorrow has vanished along with your pain.

As you lay there still and motionless, in the puddle of your life, you feel a sense of freedom.

As you take your last few breaths.

You wish to rewind time. Back to when there was no pain, no sorrow and no love.

It's too late now and only one person can save you.

As you breathe your last breath of life, you forgive yourself and all who have hurt you.

As you leave the people that love you, you leave them with only memories.

Memories of the joyous times and wonder.

Not those dark nights of pain you spent shedding your tears. Never.

When you are gone and but only a memory.

You Are Free...........

Silence
05:17 Jan 27 2013
Times Read: 401

Growing like moss on the trunck of a willow tree, comsuming everything amongst the rightousness in your mind. It tweaks the very sanity of your self asurance, and it is filling the already full spaces within yourself.



Its inside growing, it grows until it seeps out of the pours in your skin. this thing is everywhere. Do not run, it will find you. It always does. If you keep running it will only get worse.



''Hello, is anybody out there? I need somebody''

Worry no longer, I am here

''Who are you... Where are you? ''

I am right here. I am behind you, above you, infront and beside, I am inside you. It is I, Silence.

'No! Let me be, I want to be alone'

I thought you wanted somebody...



You are insaine. This sound has coroded your thoughts; you wish you never wished for silence. You are sprinting as fast as you can through the trees and the brush. It is still following you. right to the cliff where you shall pumle to your death.

The Dream
05:09 Jan 27 2013
Times Read: 402




Beyond your mind and within the walls of reality, your thoughts from within begin to flow. These feelings you feel, are they real? Or are they just a fiction story possessing what seems to be a reality. What is portrayed as true is only a figment of your imagination.

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You are flying. Your arms are perceived as a set of beautifully white wings, you are angelic. You are free from all your troubles and worries. Soaring through the clear starry night sky, you are righteous and all powerful. Life is grand.

Now reality settles and fiction is now fact. Your white wings disappear, you are falling. You are high above a streaming blanket of ocean, too high to tell. You are falling; all you can do is panic, so brace yourself... You never hit, you are stuck in mid air. At first you fear for your demise, but now you long for it. Your pleasant, peaceful dream which has shifted into a corrupted thought of fear now has complete control. Now wake up!

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Are you awake? Good. Your mother is coming... 'Good morning sweetheart' your mother is graceful, you look into her eyes and smile at the thought of your first dream. ''Quick, get out of bed, your father is home''. You've lost your smile in a forest of anxiety as the recollection of the nightmare floods your mind.

04:13 Jan 27 2013
Times Read: 405

And in the naked Light I saw ten thousand people maybe more, people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never shared.