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People grow old Like the withered roads they drive on Like the houses who hold them while they dream Forgetting their future one second at a time The day after tomorrow And the day before yesterday Slipping away into distant worlds People pretend to be people Forgetting yesteryears memories Who will be the last one standing People wait nervously For something that is nothing For nothing that is something Perpetuating endlessly (Dreaming of black sheep) A paradigm of calm insanity People cry out into the dark But only the soft ticking of clocks answers Killing time with each inhale Killing themselves with each exhale In the end The question is the same On the hospital bed Or on the battlefield "What did I do to deserve this?" Soil and flame pick apart the body A ghost remains The black sheep

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Jan 16, 2022

Jan 16, 2022 at 12:51 AM UTC

Black Sheep

People grow old Like the withered roads they drive on Like the houses who hold them while they dream Forgetting their future one second at a time The day after tomorrow And the day before yesterday Slipping away into distant worlds People pretend to be people Forgetting yesteryears memories Who will be the last one standing People wait nervously For something that is nothing For nothing that is something Perpetuating endlessly (Dreaming of black sheep) A paradigm of calm insanity People cry out into the dark But only the soft ticking of clocks answers Killing time with each inhale Killing themselves with each exhale In the end The question is the same On the hospital bed Or on the battlefield "What did I do to deserve this?" Soil and flame pick apart the body A ghost remains The black sheep

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Remember Eternal silence Before the breaking light The trees outside With all their color With all my color Tumbling down Decaying Into black and white A sinking feeling Origin unknown Fleeting dreams (Some mine, some not) Absurdity moves through us Random thoughts collecting In the gutters of my mind Meaningless Noise Concealed within a single teardrop Falling from a roof top The final step The last breath

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Nov 10, 2021

Nov 10, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC

Eternal Silence

Remember Eternal silence Before the breaking light The trees outside With all their color With all my color Tumbling down Decaying Into black and white A sinking feeling Origin unknown Fleeting dreams (Some mine, some not) Absurdity moves through us Random thoughts collecting In the gutters of my mind Meaningless Noise Concealed within a single teardrop Falling from a roof top The final step The last breath

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A warm touch To the aching heart Seizes all thought A nervous rush Cycling deep inside Hushed to sleep By the memories You emit sight unseen Into my dreams

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Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC

Hush

A warm touch To the aching heart Seizes all thought A nervous rush Cycling deep inside Hushed to sleep By the memories You emit sight unseen Into my dreams

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The world contained within itself Dragging along slower than time How did we get here A world beyond reason Where the sinners are free And the innocent in chains These wicked wastelands Run thick with blood And endless suffering Enveloping The forests and skies The creeks and rivers Into shadows that speak our universal silence All the smiles captured on film Playing backwards until There is nothing but an empty feeling Of weighted loneliness That burrows deep Into my heart

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Aug 14, 2021

Aug 14, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC

Contained

The world contained within itself Dragging along slower than time How did we get here A world beyond reason Where the sinners are free And the innocent in chains These wicked wastelands Run thick with blood And endless suffering Enveloping The forests and skies The creeks and rivers Into shadows that speak our universal silence All the smiles captured on film Playing backwards until There is nothing but an empty feeling Of weighted loneliness That burrows deep Into my heart

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Seldom are the streets quiet The children age by the window light Outside it is spring March brings the turning of the cold The adults fester and rot, feeding themselves to their resting places Wicked things brew far and wide Sizzling and spewing like acid dissolving bone and flesh The morning moon glimmering Time has burned itself to the wax Everyone is meandering their minds Searching for a smooth door handle to grasp There are doors but none to open There are windows but none to peer out of There are cars but no one to steer them This is the apocalypse

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC

Doors

Seldom are the streets quiet The children age by the window light Outside it is spring March brings the turning of the cold The adults fester and rot, feeding themselves to their resting places Wicked things brew far and wide Sizzling and spewing like acid dissolving bone and flesh The morning moon glimmering Time has burned itself to the wax Everyone is meandering their minds Searching for a smooth door handle to grasp There are doors but none to open There are windows but none to peer out of There are cars but no one to steer them This is the apocalypse

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Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought. All my memories seem so far away. It seemed just yesterday that I was on the train to New York City. With the phantom lights dimmed down and my guitar in my hand. Strumming away the days like grey rain raining down cafe jazz. But now in my cup of coffee is a blurred reflection staring back at me. All the things that I seen and all things that I have done stored in my memories. I'm riding in the backseat of a taxi with my face pressed against the window looking out at familiar faces. Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC

New York Taxi

Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought. All my memories seem so far away. It seemed just yesterday that I was on the train to New York City. With the phantom lights dimmed down and my guitar in my hand. Strumming away the days like grey rain raining down cafe jazz. But now in my cup of coffee is a blurred reflection staring back at me. All the things that I seen and all things that I have done stored in my memories. I'm riding in the backseat of a taxi with my face pressed against the window looking out at familiar faces. Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought.

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She dreams in yellow waves. In summer time she wishes that she were asleep than awake. Eyes shut. Weightless but not for long. A shot of blood against the windshield. She regrows her roots into consciousness at the speed of darkness. She thinks. Over contemplating the smell of burnt rubber and musky metal. She watches her dislocated broken body wash from the ocean cliff into the abyss.

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC

In Yellow Waves

She dreams in yellow waves. In summer time she wishes that she were asleep than awake. Eyes shut. Weightless but not for long. A shot of blood against the windshield. She regrows her roots into consciousness at the speed of darkness. She thinks. Over contemplating the smell of burnt rubber and musky metal. She watches her dislocated broken body wash from the ocean cliff into the abyss.

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Every now and then A thought Interludes Inside of us. Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness. All this in the final exhale.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC

The Final Exhale

Every now and then A thought Interludes Inside of us. Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness. All this in the final exhale.

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A buzzing sound against my ears. I think I'm dying. I think I'm crying. All the things you felt and every breath you took I can feel in my blush. All that we are Is a blink in time. Star bombs blowing up inside of me. Frame tick tick tock by frame. These pre-chosen paths reside in me. I'm thinking about you. I'm trippin' backwards. Falling forwards. Back to you.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC

Back to You

A buzzing sound against my ears. I think I'm dying. I think I'm crying. All the things you felt and every breath you took I can feel in my blush. All that we are Is a blink in time. Star bombs blowing up inside of me. Frame tick tick tock by frame. These pre-chosen paths reside in me. I'm thinking about you. I'm trippin' backwards. Falling forwards. Back to you.

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Till I escape, I am unkown. Perceived in shattered reflections. I am the absence of what I think I am. Falsified reality shows me a series of random fates. Lucid imagery clouding up my mind. Stray from empty streets. The lone wolf in me howling. Till I break these iron shackles I remain tethered to an artificial world.

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC

Artificial World

Till I escape, I am unkown. Perceived in shattered reflections. I am the absence of what I think I am. Falsified reality shows me a series of random fates. Lucid imagery clouding up my mind. Stray from empty streets. The lone wolf in me howling. Till I break these iron shackles I remain tethered to an artificial world.

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