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an ahsen'd sea falling down the ceiling like rain in cold I can't sleep and tears have been bled again i wish I could see all the faces that change pick one for me so I can hide my pain hope i can still feel if ever things go back the same these wounds must heal or I will drive myself insane in the moments that were killed by the memories I once had an abyss slowly and calmly filled until even the sunlight growed black i see an Apocalyptic tale weaved in my dreams a cryptic voice that now and then screams while I sit so naked in the dark so alone all this time I've waited for someone to find home ashes falling on my skin hiding me somewhere in this room as when the lights go dim you can almost see my gloom you can touch them scars and you can find it in my eyes in there you'll find no heart it has been eaten by them lies I have a pen to speak my curse but no one here to hear my song for all that I say in my every word so much silence has come and gone I must not let myself disappear in the hollow of my own cage be consumed by my fear and burnt alive by my rage but these chains won't leave until I become who I have to be all these other faces I keep someday I've to set them free chanting those names I think I'm finally falling asleep I'm not here to play no games a point end can cut deep i will spill this rain on them and feed them the burnt embers only one way this will end 'cause the north always remembers
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
The north remembers
an ahsen'd sea falling down the ceiling like rain in cold I can't sleep and tears have been bled again i wish I could see all the faces that change pick one for me so I can hide my pain hope i can still feel if ever things go back the same these wounds must heal or I will drive myself insane in the moments that were killed by the memories I once had an abyss slowly and calmly filled until even the sunlight growed black i see an Apocalyptic tale weaved in my dreams a cryptic voice that now and then screams while I sit so naked in the dark so alone all this time I've waited for someone to find home ashes falling on my skin hiding me somewhere in this room as when the lights go dim you can almost see my gloom you can touch them scars and you can find it in my eyes in there you'll find no heart it has been eaten by them lies I have a pen to speak my curse but no one here to hear my song for all that I say in my every word so much silence has come and gone I must not let myself disappear in the hollow of my own cage be consumed by my fear and burnt alive by my rage but these chains won't leave until I become who I have to be all these other faces I keep someday I've to set them free chanting those names I think I'm finally falling asleep I'm not here to play no games a point end can cut deep i will spill this rain on them and feed them the burnt embers only one way this will end 'cause the north always remembers
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28/M/Indian
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
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