One owes respect to the living. To the dead one owes only truth. -Voltaire
One day you are going to lose everything you have. Nothing will prepare you for that day. Not faith...not religion...Nothing. When someone you love dies, you will know emptiness... You will know what it is to be completely and utterly alone. You will never forget, and never ever forgive.I lost mine long ago.......
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IRONY The sins of tide draw tighter and brighter, the hours become heavier and weighted, and the shadows smile, dark and wild. This is when hope and desire collapse, the arc of the dream descends into despair, when innocent lovers dance like angels on fire. This is when the night comes down, a hammer on an anvil, and the only absolution accepted is a legacy of brutality. A single note rings on and on and on.
DESPAIR Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long coiled, one thousand miles deep. Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet Out of sight or out of the element of light It could be a devil, it could be an angel with spiders inside a vision from hell It's spine is a vertical scream slow as concret, blurred as a dream It spins round and down on an axis of atrocity Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity, It's soul-a twisted wreckage of despair and pain And the spiders inside are just praying for rain Killing time, killing time And praying for rain One thousand miles deep
PAIN A year ago... A cold october night... A broken down car on a dirt road... A man...A girl...Madness...Pain...And the shadows... My god, the shadows...
FEAR He screams and screams and pounds his head against the wall until wailing phantom firetrucks pace across his vision. Pain, pain is all he wants.