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The inevitable

Death comes to us all
Old or young,
Time is the key
When the last song is sung....

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Mourning Sunshine

Mourning Sunshine

Crying by the gravesite,
Mourning one I love,
Reliving all our memories,
Now them...

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Is my world unravelling...

Unravelling around me.
My life is like a ball of wool,
Each stitch that's sewn onto my...

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Think of me in Snow

Think of me in Snow

Think of Me in Snow


While wintry winds bequeath their icy chill,
faint fires in our...

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I MET MYSELF-- AS SILENCE...

blank precious caged shore
lay a corpse, fresh, limp, direct from another mess
bloated...

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Connecting with the higher...

Some deep thoughts about life earlier on.
Trying to feel more at ease when I am sucked in to a...

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Keeper of the dark...

Keeper of the dark...

Steps is what I hear and shadows is what I fear
Lights flickering, my eyes widen as I hear them...

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Sudden fear...

Sudden fear...

The sheets are over my head as the moon lays on the dark sky
The creaking of the lonely bed...

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REMOTE DEATH------JUST...

an unshaven face emerges from the night's crusted oceans
plastic stick and chemical abrasion flash...

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Water

Letting the water run over my head
I close my eyes I keep seeing the dead
I see Brian and my...

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Death

Death

The inevitable death,
the darkness comes crawling in
Silence after the last breath
Sad...

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The House on Palmer Hill

The House on Palmer Hill

Within the house on Palmer Hill, she longs for love and waits there still.
Thus, placed upon each...

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FIELD OF CROSSES

FIELD OF CROSSES

One night I met someone as I stumbled onto a Field of Crosses...

Beautiful it was, as I stood there...

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me, myself, and I

me, myself, and I

if I was locked in a room, with me and myself,
no one would leave alive.
I would kill myself...

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One more talk

If I could talk to you, just one more time
What exactly would I say?
How would my words be...

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DYING, THE FLOWERS

Destiny is not in the habit of revealing itself--no matter what degree the acuity of your wit...
Not...