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my name as dallas leyva, southern simple. PUtting down the glass she turned towards the door, the floor creaked but she didn't make a sound... Its cold came the reply from somewhere far off and the plants needed to be watered. In the end, nobody looked me in the eye. I shut the door behind me flipped down my shades and walked to my car. After that nothing came easy, nothing from nowhere... So who are you to get behind such a cause. In dreams I dress you elegance in purple. I remember my 29th birthday as one of the best e had although I remember very little. Once I walked out to greet a someone as personified by her but she had mistaken me for another, once upom a time I was not so judgmental, once upon a time I fell in love with a tall girl with long hair, she still haunts me when my memories still shift to hope and comfort. AS would be with inside you the fire inside me has dulled a fortune of frame a reflection questioned upon none who challenge ,me oh well, one day I will... who knows? Every endeavor into hope thus far has resulted in some form of... failure of stength, falure of character, failure of belief and when I say belief I speak of faith in one self,,,, Time turned away and I simply fell asleep. N o questions be misgiven and on to my routine... Every morning at seven a.m. I drank a cup of water and then got dressed and walked thru the park, often waving at the cops who sat in their cars drinking their coffee and talking about the most effective ways to subdue their wives whenever it was, god willing, that they were feeling horny. DID you eve see kill bill 2? I guess tjat would be my homage to you, Y6ur beauty always stemmed from your lonely point of view. god i love yo4 and I doubt that anyone else willget you the way I do, pusssy aside, you are beautiful. As I am an empty vessekl, devoid of soul or devotion quietly killing you with a smile, thru darkness smoking a cigearette in denial. Something this way we put aside hoping it would fix itself. In the end, it destroyed us all. One wandering away a slave to the for winds another falling victim to the sixth deadly sin, and one falling simpy from grace. It was his grace I shall miss the most it was the one quality that I and I alone saw making part of me and threatening my well being. I took to the road soon after and reflecting upon the past I think that killing her would have been no sin, not like time, or vanity and just as undeniable as our acceptance of gravity. My mind drifts to amber liquids and music, mysterious whispers and soft breath wich protects me fom the cold white monstrocity bearing down upon us strangling all hope, coded glory. There was death in our victory, theres death in all victory. Life is simple only whe very young and very old, only difference be your level of beauty(but that belongs to the eye of the beholder). As with all other crap that comes from being singularly alone, the blood , the gossip, the sheer bewilderment of what people hold true and dear. I fail once again in my search for a voice that is heard, all I can do is to keep my speech. They were wrong, the lot of em but fuck it anyhow fare thee well I still will brave the night farther alone even if my father fails to understand I can still take comfort in his pride. Such a song as I will say no more forever and into this dream I give myself for my courage has finally failed me. I disbelieve time, I'm an undercurrent of disregard I am god and speak for him for I am of the future and my flower is flawless my words be this my one salvation my one quiet disregard amounting to less than nothing sex has failed me my reflection speaks to me of all my failure and I go forward I know not to pray my pride is too great and I am the finest fisherman before or since such a book fuck em farewell.