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Face the NightWind the cloth ‘Round and ‘roundFace the Night
Your wrist And then your fist Tightly Take a last drink And slip your feet into your shoes No need for a shirt or jacket They’re only a hindrance Empty your pockets The tokens of your former life A wallet with crisp bills That smell like power Money is worthless A card with the identity they gave you Soon you’ll forge your own Keys to a house
That was never your home A car That you never pushed to its limits A small black cell phone Full of the numbers of people &n
by ~lambicsystem
Awake to the DanceAwake The time has come To sing of many things Of loves lost and victories won Of the festival come again Ethereal chains that hold us all Have at last slacked And their clatter has ushered in The minstrels So dance, danceAwake to the Dance
Until the approaching dawn With these masks we can be
Someone who is Free to steal a kiss from a lovely lady Free to give a kiss to the brazen boy An drink the unending sea
Of absinthe that must be consumed Or it will have been procured for naught Drink up, the dawn drawth nigh Sing sweet nothings into an ear
by ~lambicsystem
MoreYou want more of me What The years of my life weren’t enough You aren’t satisfied withMore
The fire I put myself through just For you Trying to chisel away all the imperfections To make myself good enough For you You want another pound of flesh To go with the other thirty some You want another tear To go with all the others I almost shed I’m glad I didn’t I’ve bared my soul
For you All the recesses of my mind The hidden and deep dark secrets That I kept locked away Were open
For you You wa
by ~lambicsystem
Number 16I wrote something for you It was sad and sweet About how you made me complete But when you were kissing him Or him Or any of them I felt like I wanted to die And I just wanted to ask you Why them and not me I feel the claws Clench around my heart I can’t breathe I feel my pulse rising My temples pounding I can’t stay here I have to move And to run To climb Get out Away From the awful truth you’ve given me About the way he tastes And smells I can feel himNumber 16
Under my own skin I want
by ~lambicsystem
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Innocence.Little boy lost, and little boy found. Little boy lost, and little boy drowned. Little boy finding his way through. Little boy blinded by the truth.Innocence.
Drifting quietly, through the marsh. Oblivion isn't quite so harsh. Candles lighting his own way. He doesn't even know the day.
Little boy knows that he was wrong. Little boy chooses to be strong. Little boy knows what it is like. Little boy chooses to ride his bike.
Little boy is calm when he's naïve. He doesn't wear his heart out on his sleeve. Little boy is quiet, he's too blank. But
by ~CalebAaronOsment
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