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I guess it all comes down to this;
the memory between life and death,
the psychosocial rips
the rain from my bloody hair it drips,
I stare into the cold,
i see your eyes, they make me old,
but my portrait of disaster
has come to an end,
my soul cries
the water, crashes as your love for me dies
we scream to ashes
we scream to ashes...
what more do i ask,
what more than my black heart for you?
what more i ask
what more than this tear filled flask...
like the fever in the wind
the rhythm in the hills
the flap of the winged angels,
these fever dreams
the old insane man on the street corner rages;
mad am I,
Breeze of humanity
the holy sacrifice of hope
the misguided fortress of fate
the infinite fields of despair
i gallop along the coast
against the cold and gloomy wind blowing through my hair
which is the definition of my insanity,
of these signs put up by humanity
mine reads at most
yet at least;
my life is a breeze
my heart ache is but another sneeze
my silenced eye sight
begging upon the rays of light;
please, describe my death
please, open up my darkened heart
exposed to a world falling apart;
please, humanity's voice travels along the breeze...
As i choke upon these broken memories,
these days go by,
these dreams never die,
all it takes,
are these words
the words i hate so dearly,
'Cause i feel no fear,
My body burns,
And all they could hear;
Was the wrong,
for my living on this earth,
could never be clear...
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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