Famous Last WordsAfter all this time countless battles of fear & loss we claim we'll carry on till not a soul is left we've wished them all awayFamous Last Words
How long can we fake it when there's no blood on our hands from the wrists that we slit and the cries for help become our famous last words
So hold me close and listen hard hold on to the lies I tell still claim you'll carry on the words you hear will black your heart and burn it all away
How long can we fake it when there's no blood on our hands from the wrists that we slit and
This Is Who We Arevictims of love's precious game we've danced in shadows together alone ridden the highs and rejoiced in the lows twisted up in ourselves not in how we should be but how we are and how we hide away wrapped in the sin of us and unknown to the world sweet taste of the wrongs we do enticed, we come back for more flirting with the danger never lost in guilt or shame only tangled in the moment the passion, the desire the sweetness of our fantasiesThis Is Who We Are
BlissBasket CaseI am Fallen; your Life Flashes Before My eyes Your Thoughts, Your Motivations, are lostBasket Case
On Me. If You are the purple, The Pink, The Magenta, I am the Deep, Void Of flamboyance. The myriad of colours you represent Confuse me; You pushed Me I fell You walked away And You will not look back My eyes bore into Your shoulders, And though You burn, Though You smoulder – You seem calm, You will not look back –
Perhaps You are Fallen – Your life Is Black|
The SpringI saw the spring. I see it now. It left a mark — Of Lust: (I spread my wings, And left for flight, Seeing just a blur. I landed hard, Upon its mat. Scratching at the fur. I chose that seat. I chose to stay. Knowing all along: Its mind would sing, No lullaby, Only a rouged song.) I hate my ease. I told a lie. But it still seems — Just.The Spring
The Vile GrowthThe rabid claw upon my head, Has opened up — I am not sure? And with an elder look, Smiles with rotten wiles.The Vile Growth
And ripping — Jagged at the sides. It tears a whole in my eye, And sucks, Zeal and Fortune from me.
It peers tediously. Over the brim of my head. And jabs — Its poison spine into my face.
I cannot take the sour burn, And the rotting skin. That expels its stench, Pungently gouging, My body to pieces.
And I lie. In the twilight of my life. Awaiting — The night. Knowing neit
lingering
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Hold on to the light that guides you, hold on to the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me - Hold On by The Starting Line
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Hold on to the light that guides you, hold on to the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me - Hold On by The Starting Line
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Hold on to the light that guides you, hold on to the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me - Hold On by The Starting Line
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