

"My Family, My Friends"The melody Of my soul Keeps me alive"My Family, My Friends"
The longing the yearning wanting to strive
My loneliness My sorrow No longer resides
My love My very being I feel so alive
My friends My family Always have a place inside
Companionship Or by blood I cannot hide
The ones And only Who make me feel so alive
This is for you My family, my friends
I toast to you I thank you once again


"A Drunk"He pours the spirit into his glass And from the glass to his mouth He fuels the flame desire That he knows not about Destroying who he was To create something new Something that is different Yet not so uniquely true Something to stimulate Only to depress Often he finds himself Running out of breath Fate has been unkind Or so that is what he believes He drinks another glass To see only what he sees His life is over And the joy has run dry Even his tears have left him He can't even cry He sits and waits And passes the ti"A Drunk"


Tainted Fantasies Tainted fantasies, nowhere near the slightest touch of reality, I see you walk on past my trembling body, without even a quick glance. I feel you hesitate, but move on. I cry after you only to hear the eventual silence coming from where your footsteps once were. Pacing faster,Tainted Fantasies
now seeing your farther away, I run to catch up to you,
until a gate encloses my path, seperating you and I. Yelling and ranting, shaking those cold bars that imprison me. The anger grows to an unlimited strength.
I finally throw my body onto this bounded steel, but now i've s


No Emotion Hate growing stronger, torture lasting longer. I feel the truth beaten out of me, lies exceed from my tattered body, I show no emotion.No Emotion
Sitting there tied, a bloodied rope full of guilt tightly around my limp form, I cry alone now, in this dark cold nightmare. I look out beyond the scratched up window, with my bruised eyes, along with a bruised heart. I scream but nothing emerges from my scarred mouth. Nowhere to go, nowhere to turn, I sing a song soon to be no more. A clatter of a fallen lock, an opening of a door, and they all walk in. Untying the rope that has left


IllusionLoves untold, and truths behold, the secrets of our conscious. Hidden from sorrow,Illusion
but not for long, we cannot determine our future. Until it arrives, theres no chance of starting over, as we wander in doubt,
lost and alone. Betrayal now settles with us, for people we have loved and trusted, changed who they were in their minds. Their hearts have stayed the same, just covered. We see a sea of masks, that do not fill the once occupied void. &
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Ever wonder what happened to that thing you left on the table............... well now you know
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"Hope cherishes the soul of him who lives in justice and holiness, and is the nurse of his age and the companion of his journey;-hope which is mightiest to sway the restless soul of man" Revenge is best served living well
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"Hope cherishes the soul of him who lives in justice and holiness, and is the nurse of his age and the companion of his journey;-hope which is mightiest to sway the restless soul of man" Revenge is best served living well
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Ever wonder what happened to that thing you left on the table............... well now you know
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"Hope cherishes the soul of him who lives in justice and holiness, and is the nurse of his age and the companion of his journey;-hope which is mightiest to sway the restless soul of man" Revenge is best served living well
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Ever wonder what happened to that thing you left on the table............... well now you know
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Ever wonder what happened to that thing you left on the table............... well now you know
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"Hope cherishes the soul of him who lives in justice and holiness, and is the nurse of his age and the companion of his journey;-hope which is mightiest to sway the restless soul of man" Revenge is best served living well
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