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Tears flow like blood between us Emotions are merely words never meant to be spoken Yet shared like our braided fates On a subliminal level your love never left Its been hidden in my heart Where it’s always been And sometimes I just can\'t believe With this marvelous faith of mine That this hollow speech holds more meaning Then even the greatest of mind could comprehend Yet come simple to my complex heart And we\'ve never seen eye to eye But you’re not the kind to stare And my attentions always somewhere else I can\'t help that your actio
the sorrowSorrow tastes like bloody tears Wrenched from the hell fires of an aching heart And spat out from your burning eyesthe sorrow
Sorrow looks like an anorexic soul Drifting amongst a sea of pain and anguish Thriving only upon its own emaciated corpse
Sorrow sounds like the alluring screech of a harpy Baleful as the wail of a banshee And just as bitter
Sorrow smells of salty waves dashed upon the coast Casting a spray of cold water that batters your nose And assaults your senses
Sorrow feels like a rusted blade Being thrust deep inside your bowels &nbs
FAN mascotAntsTime ticks quick like a stuttering snake with a grind, my skin feels the gears jerking around like electric corpses stiffly one foot forward on the road through my fear this whole life taps me with a hammer tiny little metal things ants wouldn\'t use pounding nails into each vein dissent can make love to any pain no awareness tide bringing me home again these days will pass as they always do eternity never gets any attention but the flood will always beckon,Ants
and I will always follow where it\'ll take me, I just don\'t know running like the sun across a foggy
UnknownWith our first breath we undertake death and fear what nothing will feel like. We build our empires full of preconceived desires and fear what having nothingUnknown
will feel like. We are empowered by the illusions of the status quo. There\'s something out there called freedom. Freedom\'s something we don\'t know. We create our identity by celebrating sovereignty and fear what being nothing will feel like. We look to religion whose prophecies are salvation, and fear what believing in nothing will feel like. There\'s something out there called
LIfe is back to normal!!!
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