J'ai une ame solitare Feels the same Can you not see it? Your lips are dripping poison The feeling will last forever The fighting is over Won without
Watch me and stay close beside So helplessly waiting close my eyes And hold me now because it's after me Just waiting for my last breath Vague distant
it?s a story about a street named ?Decision? lays open the skin with its painful incision erasure it?s time to rest erase your complicated mess
Breathe in breathe out your contradictions Breathe in breathe out your words of fiction Breathe in breathe out you say, ?but not on my time.? Says I
Awake Dreaming Solemn revery Too lost Secret Link in a broken chain Eyes are open Only they don't see Colour, shape, and terminal velocity Run away
Alone in the city of millions, He walks on the left, Against the even flow of traffic, Outwardly pushing but inwardly pulling, Wanting to connect to
One time for me Is too late for you Their plastic gaze Would melt for you My passive face Keeps me away Cold, stark, and pale Our sobriquet Sending
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Breathe the air Eye the eye Reach out and grab the hand that beckons The Great Divide Is in our minds You'll see some things are bound to happen Drink
we are born from one institution into another falling asleep listening to the poetry of steel and we are chained arm to arm pulling each other
Your sky falls forever A black heart endeavor The game of laissez-faire Aces in the air Your eyes stare forever In the cold dry hereafter Hiding an affair
My life is daigonal lines A satellite leaving earth behind To outer space Without any tether I see the sun But i'm getting frostbike Drifting past the
Take a breath Random streaks of light prevade The petrol perfume that I breathe Air Taken at the witching hour Missle launch and fuselage Rivets from
Purse yoru lips until they're white Drag me kicking into the night Didn't I want to be free Or do I want to be right Only you can deprogram Only you
blue water runs deep blue water brings sleep in the valley sleep comes easy in the valley there is no fear of sharks and since the battle?s
There's a room inside my finger Where ghosts of authors linger There's a little man that whispers In a radio transmitter There's a lady on a spider With
I dream of airplanes crashing Solemn beginnings daily Everyday I grow old And am born again Bath in light that starts to darken when I emerge I dream
Mr. Mercury, (U.S. patent No. 55453xx54), a cast iron steam machine, Made the morning tea for the Admiral Gabardine Went out on an errand but came back