a miniscule voice to work with
and a classic heart longing
for an audience to captivate
with its tales of crumbling
by the shots made from games she play
when the time dissolves ease
and words that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood the earth
the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here
issue a plan contingent
with a broken scar healing
in a sense, we all long to be heard
but noone can know what we mean
when our motive veils our words
when this time dissolves ease
and thoughts that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood all of earth
the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here
tragedy will condition our beliefs
designing a new path
into nods condoning the beauty
in destruction of self-inflicted progress
into tomorrow
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
a miniscule voice to work with
and a classic heart longing
for an audience to captivate
with its tales of crumbling
by the shots made from games she play
when the time dissolves ease
and words that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood the earth
the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here
issue a plan contingent
with a broken scar healing
in a sense, we all long to be heard
but noone can know what we mean
when our motive veils our words
when this time dissolves ease
and thoughts that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood all of earth
the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here
tragedy will condition our beliefs
designing a new path
into nods condoning the beauty
in destruction of self-inflicted progress
into tomorrow
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