. . make no sound; reminded of the friends loved and left. all the shame to how the fates will rain on you. oh how the days will rain on you. when too much room with the blink of an eye, something surreal, and the paranoia runs deep till anxious at base of soul. lilting. i want to be in freedom now; i will not wait forever; i want to sing till Babylon falls. (somehow i can't get through) why would i lie for. what would i lie for? who could i lie for? all my friends are my enemies and all those secrets that can never die. a little obsessed with death? (but memory) HOWL, ************ (birds of prey that mock the night) oh you ghost i'm craving most; spontaneous breath.
dreamlike sea-swollen
hair; tossled-storms.
you'll ruin this marker.
you'll ruin this life.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
. . make no sound; reminded of the friends loved and left. all the shame to how the fates will rain on you. oh how the days will rain on you. when too much room with the blink of an eye, something surreal, and the paranoia runs deep till anxious at base of soul. lilting. i want to be in freedom now; i will not wait forever; i want to sing till Babylon falls. (somehow i can't get through) why would i lie for. what would i lie for? who could i lie for? all my friends are my enemies and all those secrets that can never die. a little obsessed with death? (but memory) HOWL, ************ (birds of prey that mock the night) oh you ghost i'm craving most; spontaneous breath.
dreamlike sea-swollen
hair; tossled-storms.
you'll ruin this marker.
you'll ruin this life.
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