derek-dale-frazierWhisper

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Don't Call This LoveI've lost my voice, misplaced or hidden by me. / Quarantined and deemed unclean, I'd rather kick this chair and choke. / This broken record playing, static pitch inside my head
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Jan 15, 2012
Lust You to DeathWhere's my grave? / Simply unfair / You didn't save
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Jan 6, 2012
Daily Dream FragmentsHands around the neck / In search of dying breath. / ***** nails dig in.
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Dec 11, 2011
Memoirs: Chapter 4, AcceptanceHeartbreak may pull me down / Haunted by all I've found / Live and let live
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Sep 26, 2011
Memoirs: Chapter 3, RegretMenthol drops stop inflamed, bursting lines and sanitize glass eyes / Leaving opaque walls behind / Perceptions consist of persistent resistance, lists never ending, refusing to change, shallow blame twists into shame
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Sep 26, 2011
Memoirs: Chapter 1, Birth at DeathHeard those deadened footsteps / Stark-black, solemn eyes met / Clawing, withered hands crept frantically groping in darkness
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Sep 25, 2011
Backwoods LobotomyA backwoods lobotomy filling a five-gallon bucket / While her parents watched in earnest / Her head was just too big
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Feb 23, 2011
On RepeatIt's been awhile since I've written anything at all / It's been so long since my dying voice sang a single word / I'm desperate to discover this path
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Feb 1, 2011
Erase HerA slight quiver from the bow in your back / I come on strong like a fatal attack / Hunting you down
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Dec 16, 2010
Memoirs: Chapter 2, Waiting for the EndShallow breaths wish to cease / From cracked lips and stained teeth / Haggard cheeks, dry and white
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Nov 4, 2010
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