| The original...The first spark that flew in my head, thanks to Gabby. |
| The original...The first spark that flew in my head, thanks to Gabby. |


Sweet Blind EyesAnother road of distraction, a realistic paradise, or just an illusion leaves change colors, trees start singing the waterfall reverses course, with the riverbanks stinging. Animals evacuate, thunder crashes, sparks this moments life. forcing the distant mountains into silent cries. Moments withering into faded perception. Born of the fruit of an unwitting deception.Sweet Blind Eyes
Please shield me from the sky, a shroud to smother me. It's too much like the lies, you used to cover me. A loss of warmth, filling the spot we used to share. Frozen in place, feeding the chill of your unwav
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The FloodRoar of the monotonous drone. Skew's the words your mouth has flown. The unwavering scent of the weak. Lost in the dissonance of cacophonous criteria. Lips splayed open at their peaks,The Flood
Spilling this verse of sullen material. Height of the monolithic reign. How many men have died under your persistence? The grinding of bones and the smoothing of soil. Breeding grounds for the burn and toil. Wrapping ghostly fingers through the pitted earth. Places for every man to lose his worth.
I am the face you should've know. Hiding the thoughts your mind has grown.  
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Roses Are Red,
Violets Are Blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poems Write You!
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I am nothing.
I am emptiness embodied.
I am lack.
I am yours.
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Roses Are Red,
Violets Are Blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poems Write You!
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I'm too lazy to make a signature. ' ^ '
Oh, wait. . .
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I am nothing.
I am emptiness embodied.
I am lack.
I am yours.
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