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Post by brandnewmessiah on Jul 12, 2007 21:35:35 GMT -6
The black wings that fill my skies They stain the sun with blood They’ve been waiting on me to die As they circle above I wore a crown shaped into a noose I’m always hanging for you If there’s hope than it’s too soon to cut loose You can have what remains when they’re through
Little pieces of my soul Torn away from me once more And you were there Feeding on my despair The only thing that’s left of me Lies rotting between your teeth And I am no one To your someone
Dead petals grow on my grave In this bed of misery No one shall be depraved Until my bones are picked clean Mold a throne of sacred earth And in the mud I shall rule Became regal at the point of birth Only to live like the fool
Floating ashes of my flesh Burns as a flame of death And where were you To keep me from bleeding through My heart’s silhouette cut from my chest We all know it’s for the best I was someone Who became no one
I hear the call of raven’s cries Don’t you know that I’m alive And want to be with you If you want me to Turned your back and left me for dead That’s what I expected When you have no one There is always someone
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jul 13, 2007 8:40:12 GMT -6
left aching but in awe...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 17, 2007 17:53:33 GMT -6
Whew...Smoking poeming, my friend...Totally, smoking poeming... The image chosen goes nicely with the piece as well... Thanks for sharing, Troy! Sabrina.
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"Little pieces of my soul Torn away from me once more And you were there Feeding on my despair The only thing that’s left of me Lies rotting between your teeth And I am no one To your someone"
~fragmentationing of Messianic poeming.
"The only thing that’s left of me Lies rotting between your teeth"
Hell of a duet of lines...Wish I'd thought of them...
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