Swiftly floating fingers, glide across the keys.

Playing the piano.

Paving your way to my heart.

Carefully selected notes, notes which describe just the way you feel.

Not a single word spoken, yet I understand so perfectly.

If not for the gilded cage we live in- if not for the rules.

I would be yours forever and you would always be mine.

Your heart was on display, becoming clearer and clearer with every stanza.

Your heart of the purest gold, more precious than anything money could buy.

If only life was fair my dear, if only.

We live in two different worlds you see- one of vanity and one of vibrancy.

You will always be everything I have ever wanted, you are more valuable than anything life could offer.

I will always love you.

Fingers softly pressing the keys, playing a song for me.

I walk out the door, leaving my soul behind.

 

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I wanted to know

What I have done

Was it really that bad?

Curse my name.

Sell my soul.

Sign my words in blood.

Cry my self a god damned river.

Cry myself a stream.

Sitting alone in my empty cell, with only silver dusted memories for company.

This is goodbye my friend.

This is goodbye.

Sing myself another song, as I wait to die.

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 The world is quite an ironic place, no?

  You see, things do not happen by luck or by some pre-planned fate.

  No no no.

 There is no god watching over us, why?
  because no one gives a fuck if your life sucks. No one cares if your kind of in a 'tough spot right now'.

 shit will still happen. life will still screw you over, no matter how bad you already have it.

 your dad dies? well might as well expect your mom to die too.

 Funny though.

 It's rather amusing how things seem to work out so perfectly bad. Ever think about that? Things just so happen to work out in just the right way to make you that exact state of miserable.

Guess that is just how things work out though.

Sadly, theres not much I can do.



Sweet, sweet jane.

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 The world is quite an ironic place, no?

  You see, things do not happen by luck or by some pre-planned fate.

  No no no.

 There is no god watching over us, why?
  because no one gives a fuck if your life sucks. No one cares if your kind of in a 'tough spot right now'.

 shit will still happen. life will still screw you over, no matter how bad you already have it.

 your dad dies? well might as well expect your mom to die too.

 Funny though.

 It's rather amusing how things seem to work out so perfectly bad. Ever think about that? Things just so happen to work out in just the right way to make you that exact state of miserable.

Guess that is just how things work out though.

Sadly, theres not much I can do.



Sweet, sweet jane.

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    The way I need you.
    Oh, the way I need you.

   Sing me that same old song, over and over- just like you used to when we were young.
   The familiar tune...

    Hold me just a little while, while the words flow from your mouth to my heart, comforting my wounds.

   Stay with me while I sleep.

  Don't you remember when we were together? All those years ago.

  Distant memories rush through my head.

 Long sunsets, riding in your car, broken roses, cemeteries.

 Memories of you comfort me.

 Please, just sing me the same old lullaby. Hold me close, let me pretend it never ended.

 Your scent intoxicates my mind, your breathing- and oh, the voice.

 Diamonds and rust. That is all I was left with.

 Earlier tonight I couldn't take the pain, I ran and I ran and I ran.

 Somehow I found myself here, with you. Everything always brings me back to you.

 Can't you see I am not that strong?

 You brushed my hair and cried, begging me to get better. why cant i get better?

 Now we lay here in bed so close beside each other. In the distance we hear the cars rushing on the highway. It is in these rushed moments, I know this will not be the last time. We always end up together, we are not meant to be apart.

 As I slowly lay my head on your shoulder, where it fits so perfectly, where it has been so many times before- you being to sing those familiar words.

 Those words, those words, those words.

 words which haunt me. the only things that matter.

 I begin to drift off, comforted by the fact that at least I have you for now.

Oh I know tonight is not the last.

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             The world is a strange place. who are we?

 

           what do i do.

 

  all i want is you.

 

 such a grey night. such a bad mistake. so full of wonder.

        so full of fucking hate.

im falling down the hole. the hole in the dense dense earth.

 

 those words echo through my head.

 "like this" he said.

  then he died.

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  time ticks by so softly when you are alone.
  slowly the seconds move, never stopping, incessant.

 How can we explain this? The feeling of a heart aching, an empty chest. an empty soul.

 No words can describe the pain of forgetting you. Despite the ever consistent reminder that you are gone,  I cannot bring myself to follow through with this loathsome conclusion. Although the thought of your light green eyes and gentle touch bring me insurmountable sadness. I still feel the desperation of having to remember you.

I can feel your memory slowly slipping through my fingers. as the consistent seconds go by, it is yet another moment that I have been away from you.

I know you are never coming back, but I would rather hold steadfast to a painful past and have you than have a bright, new future with never recalling what we had.


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 I had to leave you with all my soul.
 
 No shards of light to bestow upon your sorrow.

 You were everything to me. The reason. The daylight. The moonlight. You were the only constant.

 I am temporary. Like a cool summers breeze, like the light spring rain. I am not forever.

 I am just today.


You are a thursday type person. The promise of a better tomorrow lingers with your midnight glory.

I am a yesterday person. I am not your future.

 I was just your past.


You are a sunshine type person. Full of spirit, vigor, and life. You are the reason we go on.

I was just the problem.


Whether it be yesterday, tomorrow, or today- I will always be one step behind.

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 I had to leave you with all my soul.
 
 No shards of light to bestow upon your sorrow.

 You were everything to me. The reason. The daylight. The moonlight. You were the only constant.

 I am temporary. Like a cool summers breeze, like the light spring rain. I am not forever.

 I am just today.


You are a thursday type person. The promise of a better tomorrow lingers with your midnight glory.

I am a yesterday person. I am not your future.

 I was just your past.


You are a sunshine type person. Full of spirit, vigor, and life. You are the reason we go on.

I was just the problem.


Whether it be yesterday, tomorrow, or today- I will always be one step behind.

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     Softly crashing stars shower down upon the dream factory. Full of intrigue and a hint of misguided magic, even the most clever eye cannot spot the particular charm of the tiny wood house.

It just is.

We feel the soft brush of a velvet rug, the silky fingers of an unknown source. Quiet whispers comfort us as we start to drift off into the unknown land of oil painted sunsets and sunrises.

The still grey air surrounds me, the glimmer of an industrial overcast sky is prominent. I cry out your crackled name. In response I hear the echo of my parched tounge, oh where am I now? I wander aimlessly through the barren wasteland, no animal or plant would dare to go near. A void is apparent in the dim distant. Hesitant, I approach it.

 falling, falling, falling I fall in deeper with you.

Awoken by the morning breeze, I shudder.

I approach the window slowly, weak and weary.  

and there is the dream factory, steam coming from the chimney. Looking just as it did before.

 The stars were bright tonight.

 

 

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