AFerrisWheelCalledKarma

See the river coursing through the hills Listen to it, hold your breath, stand still Rapid, pumping like the blood in your veins Whispering stories of love, joy, tears, pride and pain Smoked and burnt out, black rock and white snow A masterpiece as old as time, and the years certainly do show Crumbling at the touch, old wrinlked face Closer to the stars, alluring devine grace Hand in hand they walk this path, ever since the beginning of time One always humming, the other silently by his side Old friend, how long has it been? Yes, so long, too long So I'll stand firm and listen carefully until you finish yours song.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC

A bond as old as time

See the river coursing through the hills Listen to it, hold your breath, stand still Rapid, pumping like the blood in your veins Whispering stories of love, joy, tears, pride and pain Smoked and burnt out, black rock and white snow A masterpiece as old as time, and the years certainly do show Crumbling at the touch, old wrinlked face Closer to the stars, alluring devine grace Hand in hand they walk this path, ever since the beginning of time One always humming, the other silently by his side Old friend, how long has it been? Yes, so long, too long So I'll stand firm and listen carefully until you finish yours song.

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I'm bleeding out, like ink on paper My heart stopped beating, my chest is an empty crater Today I died again, just like I did yesterday and the day before But I've stopped minding, I'm too numb to feel sore Later when I'm done ruining the sheets, and I'll have nothing more left to bleed I'll turn my head, and find they've been bleached And now, you can't see the red stains, or smell death in the stitches Quick, before the lights turn on, change the scene, flick the switches Let's make me the mastermind behind my own death Let's play that game where you knock out my breath We've been playing for so long, I've gotten used to dying But recently it hasn't been much fun, when I'm the only one left crying

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC

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I'm bleeding out, like ink on paper My heart stopped beating, my chest is an empty crater Today I died again, just like I did yesterday and the day before But I've stopped minding, I'm too numb to feel sore Later when I'm done ruining the sheets, and I'll have nothing more left to bleed I'll turn my head, and find they've been bleached And now, you can't see the red stains, or smell death in the stitches Quick, before the lights turn on, change the scene, flick the switches Let's make me the mastermind behind my own death Let's play that game where you knock out my breath We've been playing for so long, I've gotten used to dying But recently it hasn't been much fun, when I'm the only one left crying

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There's twenty five million people in the city tonight They each breathe fire, like flames they ignite They're a city of saints, they're monsters, they're warriors born to fight Although diverse, their hearts beat in time to the city of lights

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC

The city of lights

There's twenty five million people in the city tonight They each breathe fire, like flames they ignite They're a city of saints, they're monsters, they're warriors born to fight Although diverse, their hearts beat in time to the city of lights

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It was in the magic of the forest, the colours of the deserted road That I tasted the warmth of the Sun, and learnt to drink the bitter ocean whole It was in the stirring of sugar and milk in aromatic tea It was when each of my bones ached and desired, and I was brought down to my knees It was when something like the river current blew a hurricane inside of me That I hungered and lusted and craved to know what it was like being free I felt the wind gently caress my face, it fondly teased and played with my hair I felt the water enfold me, tenderly its bubbles and droplets delved into my skin, raw and bare The earth cradled me like a child, the soft milky moonlight touched my skin, and feasted it's eyes upon me, not naked but exposed They say the mountain is naked, how odd. They simply can't see her drapped under silken white snows

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC

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It was in the magic of the forest, the colours of the deserted road That I tasted the warmth of the Sun, and learnt to drink the bitter ocean whole It was in the stirring of sugar and milk in aromatic tea It was when each of my bones ached and desired, and I was brought down to my knees It was when something like the river current blew a hurricane inside of me That I hungered and lusted and craved to know what it was like being free I felt the wind gently caress my face, it fondly teased and played with my hair I felt the water enfold me, tenderly its bubbles and droplets delved into my skin, raw and bare The earth cradled me like a child, the soft milky moonlight touched my skin, and feasted it's eyes upon me, not naked but exposed They say the mountain is naked, how odd. They simply can't see her drapped under silken white snows

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