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the_author Eulogy - Subscribe

I believe, memories
have the rain sedating me
gone away, are the days
where rivers didnt burn
walk alone, up the street
summer's breathe upon my feet
suddenly, im escaped
im too sad for poetry

here's the day
I'll repay
and give a eulogy
two beginnings and an end
finally.

on my back, epitaphs
for what I knew would never last
at the shore, like before
oh my emotions burned
so heavily, on my bones
as I pondered "never more"
suddenly, laid to rest
yet I'm writing this again.

[CHORUS]
here's the day, I'll repay
and give a eulogy
two beginnings and an end finally.
here's the day, I'll repay
and give a eulogy
two beginnings and an end finally.

[BRIDGE]
a eulogy
I will keep
until my dying days
finally
now an end
the first of many pains

here's the day, I'll repay
and give a eulogy
two beginnings and an end finally.
here's the day, I'll repay
and give a eulogy
two beginnings and an end finally.
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the_author My Beautiful Disease Jul 19th, 2006 10:17:45 am - Subscribe
Your resplendent eyes null and void.
Drowned.
Tossed below the hammer.
An angel lost her footing, and
hopessly spirals down.

Your delicate pedals seared
torn asunder with the petrol.
With chipped paint along your fences
your gardens swallowed whole.
Your beauty, obsolete
sinking one more fathom.
You're and ending
to the holiest of autumns.

You're my stone garden.
you're my sacrificial bleed.
your a head on collision.
you're a beautiful disease.

Such gentle fingers,
punching heartache into souls
a song escapes your lips before
an unescapable below.
My pages reaming screams
like a grave without a wreath.
Hurt scrawled between the lines
like flesh between the teeth.
And your beauty sinks one more fathom
You're an ending
to the holiest of autumns.

You're my stone garden.
you're my sacrificial bleed.
your a head on collision.
you're a beautiful disease.

Graves deep, completed,
so that I throw you to the wolves.
Your grave lies where thorns grow.



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Mood: alluring