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Red TearsMy red tears will not fall, I drown in a sea of wonder, my lungs slowly fill with your love, choking me to my end.My red tears will not fall, I gaze into your eyes, my senses shut down, something I cannot have.My red tears will not fall, I feel warm to your touch, my mind floats on your passion, crashes down to reality.My red tears will not fall, I listen as your voice echoes through my ears, my heart reaches out to find you, I grab a wish.My red tears will not fall, I wish you felt the same, I wish I had the chance, my red tears will not fall, you have the key.My red tears will not fall…..
Love HurtsShe risks the social standing, communication is a risky business, no carrier pigeon or postman she but glances to your way…….you send it back first class. There is no right or wrong, no good or bad, nothing and everything is possible in the eyes of love.Love is war, war is the grounds we have chosen for our defence, the defence of ourselves in the eyes of others. To justify what we have become, and may yet grow to be is but secondary to the foremost desire to belong.She risks the social standing, smiling every now and again, you check behind you just to make sure only to hope that the web has not caught you, to no avail. Love is the drug that we cannot stop, cannot stop the overdose, cant stop it.Love is war, each shell a blow to the progress, creating holes, trenches for us to climb over, over the top lads, over we go. There is no turning back, to be shot by failure or shot towards success is the worst and best fear of all.She risks the social standing, asking for meaningless favo
The End Of The LineYour soul steps up to the podium, rehearsing existence as it shifts, the crowds stood ahead, expecting something their ears cant hear, their hearts cannot relate to, their minds cannot adjust to. The end decides if the middle was worth the beginning, the things you fight for, the things we all fight for, the things that gives us each a reason to live:LoveTruthJusticeFeelingBelongingIt hardly seems worth it, the human race destroys it, and you are part of a flock you cant break free of, part of a world you cant escape from. The human race is an errand boy for the higher, a virus, a survivor and a murderer. The images we create, the food we eat, the drink we consume, the lives we take, all illusions created by ourselves to protect us from the truth.What is the truth, the truth is that there is no truth, why?, because we protect ourselves, saying truth is an illusion, believing that the key does not fit the lock, the passage does not lead to the end, the choice is not the right one
ShimmerEvery step taken hits like a tidal wave, every breath amplified makes your eyes water, every movement makes your skin crawl. Let us not mourn the dead, for they come for us in our sleep, they spread their shadow across your feet, tread softly, for they are spread beneath your feet.You observe it all from the top, the bottom or the middle, the pain, the suffering, the death, you observe it all. It stalks like a predator, and we are running away from time, out of time, but it takes too much time, always too much...It closes in, a shimmer, a glimpse, the flash before your eyes takes the form of the claw, and the following wound takes the form of time, the wound gets bigger, and smaller, until it implodes and explodes into the end.The end is only the beginning, and the beginning has clearly endedtread softly, for they are spread beneath your feet......