From the boardwalk I cast a view from weather beaten rail.
To ocean erased shore.
In a vision of two lovers often we can't recall.
A time's past in a more forward view.
Im at the end.
A chairs stance and a rope's hold to neck.
Smoke ring's the night's in my failures I've bled my sorrow's
dry.
Saltwater from eye's a overview from a scrapbook's
hell.
This prison I created harbour's my wall's of minds design.
Like a beggar most choose to ignore.
I wish if only you to care without touch but of spark.
And mother natures soul.
Sand of glass frayed the edges of a weathertorn manuscript
of what never was.
Let me die in memories eternal embrace.
No hand outstreched.
Rejection of existance so often home I've come
to reconize as this place.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC
From the boardwalk I cast a view from weather beaten rail.
To ocean erased shore.
In a vision of two lovers often we can't recall.
A time's past in a more forward view.
Im at the end.
A chairs stance and a rope's hold to neck.
Smoke ring's the night's in my failures I've bled my sorrow's
dry.
Saltwater from eye's a overview from a scrapbook's
hell.
This prison I created harbour's my wall's of minds design.
Like a beggar most choose to ignore.
I wish if only you to care without touch but of spark.
And mother natures soul.
Sand of glass frayed the edges of a weathertorn manuscript
of what never was.
Let me die in memories eternal embrace.
No hand outstreched.
Rejection of existance so often home I've come
to reconize as this place.
Nothing more need said.
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