see the images I see,
hear the voices I hear,
and dream the dreams I dream.
in the end, (when is the end?) it is just a futile attempt.
My enemies I fear not but protect me from my friends.
what she would take for someone to be able to give her a voice
see the images she sees,
hear the voices she hears,
and dream the dream she dreams.
in the beginning, (when did it begin?) it is just another attempt.
My friends I fear not but protect me from the ghosts.
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hope is but the absence of a truth; the lie disguised as springwater from a source above that we cannot get to; to where do we climb to? and yet we hope, inside us, the sunshine yonder it appears! with words we stole from somewhere, lie to me if you will, but pay the bill when it comes, and tell me anything you want, i won't be able to tell; but the words go back to you.
nothing to recollect, just a responsibility that I imagine a future that I must go on, everything that I must eventually do, there is nothing I can't do, because I have to do. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN'T DO. I must do.
There is nothing in what I said.
wasted days, ragged wood, the tree is gone.
will she be the bride that follows beside, beside me when the support is gone;
o, silent raven if you please, words are useless when I speak with you, but you are the only animal I can talk to, with secrets I want to tell you which I believe you won't tell; for they shun away from you, and you lay to die beside me in the morning as if that is all we can do.
we can rest assured we will wait for each other, to where we both came from, the other will always be with me, in me, beside me, and I forget your name almost immediately.
Father, I was good.
There is no laughter when I imagine a pool of blood, with many who will scream and not be heard. There is no final language to express that.
M....M....m....
water is impure. Dissolved my sins into it. But the water is no longer drinkable.
who can hear and understand my musings? What lies, lies beneath, a guitar chord, a song we can both hum, and forget for a moment a future, our future, and we may soon become just another story, to forget and to remember, fleeing from reality, their realities, and tender is the rocky mountains, in which I will climb up with you, you who has always been beside me, so no one could come near, and so no one wants to anyway, and my worries are but my own, and yours, I love you...my other, my friend, the child that makes me quiver, tremble, cry, shake with a profound joy and fear, so dear, alas! so dear, and home is always almost next to me, and I can't reach, and no...terrible is the morning sun, quivering, falling, the shivering is all I can do, when I come face to face, and engulfed in this flame, dying from your mercury poison, this gift you bestow me from the beginning, already so long ago, but if I should forget, you will remember for me, in trembling, and in the washing of the rain, 40 days ago, there is no one but you, always just you, and others...I won't stop.
to the one apart from I.
nothing to recollect, just a responsibility that I imagine a future that I must go on, everything that I must eventually do, there is nothing I can't do, because I have to do. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN'T DO. I must do.
There is nothing in what I said.
wasted days, ragged wood, the tree is gone.
will she be the bride that follows beside, beside me when the support is gone;
o, silent raven if you please, words are useless when I speak with you, but you are the only animal I can talk to, with secrets I want to tell you which I believe you won't tell; for they shun away from you, and you lay to die beside me in the morning as if that is all we can do.
we can rest assured we will wait for each other, to where we both came from, the other will always be with me, in me, beside me, and I forget your name almost immediately.
Father, I was good.
There is no laughter when I imagine a pool of blood, with many who will scream and not be heard. There is no final language to express that.
M....M....m....
water is impure. Dissolved my sins into it. But the water is no longer drinkable.
who can hear and understand my musings? What lies, lies beneath, a guitar chord, a song we can both hum, and forget for a moment a future, our future, and we may soon become just another story, to forget and to remember, fleeing from reality, their realities, and tender is the rocky mountains, in which I will climb up with you, you who has always been beside me, so no one could come near, and so no one wants to anyway, and my worries are but my own, and yours, I love you...my other, my friend, the child that makes me quiver, tremble, cry, shake with a profound joy and fear, so dear, alas! so dear, and home is always almost next to me, and I can't reach, and no...terrible is the morning sun, quivering, falling, the shivering is all I can do, when I come face to face, and engulfed in this flame, dying from your mercury poison, this gift you bestow me from the beginning, already so long ago, but if I should forget, you will remember for me, in trembling, and in the washing of the rain, 40 days ago, there is no one but you, always just you, and others...I won't stop.
to the one apart from I.
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