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sometimes the ghosts sing but at times they scream same thing with my dreams but what about when all is shrill & pain filled while the words are wounds which whine I'll be well on my way to wasted with white wine exit to extreme intoxication safe in self-immolation you know you don't matter & whatever you share you'll never get her and mister martyr you are all too aware you'll never forget her alcohol coma comin' come on baby another new numbin' un-reminding me but beware its violet kiss be even warier of its violent bliss solo so low The Jester's Tears they still fall empty tears arid barren how do I blind my mind's eye? I don't want to think its sights anymore And I must mute the fuckin' poet dam the **** romantic drivel downpour know why its the worst more of less than even the first? only began to know her never went within her world among the few glances were precious true glimpses poignant potent powerful portraits sharing Real emotional details joyful & painful fun & ****** and now you'll know no more
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
title is as title does
sometimes the ghosts sing but at times they scream same thing with my dreams but what about when all is shrill & pain filled while the words are wounds which whine I'll be well on my way to wasted with white wine exit to extreme intoxication safe in self-immolation you know you don't matter & whatever you share you'll never get her and mister martyr you are all too aware you'll never forget her alcohol coma comin' come on baby another new numbin' un-reminding me but beware its violet kiss be even warier of its violent bliss solo so low The Jester's Tears they still fall empty tears arid barren how do I blind my mind's eye? I don't want to think its sights anymore And I must mute the fuckin' poet dam the **** romantic drivel downpour know why its the worst more of less than even the first? only began to know her never went within her world among the few glances were precious true glimpses poignant potent powerful portraits sharing Real emotional details joyful & painful fun & ****** and now you'll know no more
#heart#sadness#hurt
ohnoe
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ohnoe
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
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