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Feb 2011
Guess that's the way my dreams break loose
A dark angel falls prey, and I ******
It's so mysterious

Shutting my eyes to a world so distasteful
Then lifting my veneer to colors dancing in a spirit's wake
It's a path I have yet to take

Bones falling out of their rightful place
All constructing a brand new purpose far from grace

I WATCH MYSELF SHATTER

Deep booms, dripping hot vibrations
Thick fumes, slipping dead sensations

Stretching my arms out to the silver screen sky
Seeking further hope until my blood runs dry

Holding my back leaned towards the soothing light
Keeping watch for my demons, breathing terror through the night
I fear the worst of going under
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson  26/M
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