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September 9th 2006
Lying in my bed I hear, The singing of my tear... I reach to you, To find, that my hand goes through. Confusion is nothing new, Pain is a full grown branch... And I wonder if you knew, All of this, as you stand in the ranch... The drum of my heart beats, Without taking sense of time... Thinking in its sin meets, The end of the sometime... I look in your eyes, Like in open gates... I see truth... no lies, "My home awaits." It takes me to old memories, Which are stuck within me deep; And I find so many keys, To doors lost in weep. I'm lost and I hope, To look with you waiting... If I hope I will cope, It's all I have - hoping. I take minutes as parts, And days as deaths; It's how my heart's, Coping with thefts. Reaching out to light, Falling into the dark... Thinking.. you might, Leave a mark. Take my shreds and pieces, If such are to be found... Taking them, realeases, The pain so profound. Bring me to life, Save me from myself... Realease me from the strife, That the nothingness calls self. Wake my core, Where it's gone numb; Open the door, Closed by someone so dumb. Clock's ticking, Help me please... Deep in hurting, Will it ease? Lost in time, Back and forth.. Losing rhyme, Losing force. Lost in time and space - gone, I still walk... Going alone, Maybe one day... someone will talk...
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