Blank, as it always seems.
The tortured palette, a windless plain.
The sky shook, aren't you there?
Have you forgotten what I promised?
Lonliness the color, pale.
Decorate my walls in despondency and solemnty.
Its all gone, or at least all coherency.
Why do I even stand here?
I've done the best I can to get you to listen.
Confusion. Boredom. Emotion. Solitude.
There's nobody to come home to.
The aeons seemlessly deny all my pleas.
Forget this.
Don't you know how much this hurts me?
Do you even really care about me?
We don't really want to be alone, do we?
But we always seem to do such damage...
When we forget there is always hope. Always, an angel for us.














Comments
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"The victory is nothing.....The fight is everything!
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"The victory is nothing.....The fight is everything!
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"The victory is nothing.....The fight is everything!
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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
Kahlil Gibran
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"The victory is nothing.....The fight is everything!
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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
Kahlil Gibran
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In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out
-The Mars Volta
Thanks for the comment though.
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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
Kahlil Gibran
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