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Eulogy - Subscribe
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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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My Beautiful Disease Jul 19th, 2006 10:17:45 am - Subscribe
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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. |