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The Road AheadIf I stay here any longer I will surely suffocate / We've been drowning for so long now / Yet the road ahead is so uncertain
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Oct 13, 2013
TiredI stare into the abyss of a cracked mirror / Into the gateway to my soul / I find only ashes
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Sep 3, 2013
We are but toysLet's rewind / Time slips through my fingers / In due time
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Sep 1, 2013
WarI hear they're calling for a war / Hear them bustling all about / The others took it just too far
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Sep 1, 2013
One Can Only AssumeI heard the door open then close but never open again / and one can only assume one can only assume you're not coming back / I saw your eyes close but never open again and one can only assume one can only assume
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Apr 3, 2013
WritingThe truth has its way of oozing through the cracks in the coffins we attempt to bury it in. The word secret loses all integrity by second grade, followed by words like “best friends” and soon after the facade of “love” is assassinated by hook ups, break ups, and every type of **** up there is. Jack scribbled the words in his little black book, but he never really believed a word. Did he really say those things to everyone, did he really commit every unspeakable crime he etched into the flesh of the notebook? Something in his soul screamed no, yet the glass shards in his hand, the blood stains on some of the writings told a different story. How long can pretending to not be something last before you are consumed by that which you attempt to stave off.
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Apr 3, 2013
Late Rambleswas i ever there were you ever here / or was it but a dream conjured by empty fear / secrets bleed through the walls
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Apr 3, 2013
Like The TreesI want to go out like the trees do in the forest every year / Burning out with all the colors of life save for fear.
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Apr 3, 2013
EmptinessOh I pray for change for something new in my life / But when it comes its not as I imagined, I'll curse and curse the skies / I beg for forgiveness with the taste of whisky still on my Tongue
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Apr 3, 2013
AmenOh I pray for change for something new in my life / But when it comes its not as I imagined, I'll curse and curse the skies / I beg for forgiveness with the taste of whisky still on my Tongue
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Apr 3, 2013
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