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Whiskey Late night

You lost it all,
She lost her head,
They called, they thought you we’re dead.

Sometimes I can’t deny,
These feelings of denial and hate,
Never have I struck such a chord.

The entire world I’ve seen passing me by,
I don’t care anymore,
Hey I’m lost, you’re grounded.

I got no choice but to share,
I don’t see I don’t speak,
I don’t feel.

We don’t need to know,
We don’t need to care,
Loud music fuelling my lungs,
Redemption,
Hate the few,
Love the rest

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Waiting for my girl

They diocese it,
They conjure you,
She’s scared that I’ll take her away from here.

Half-truths made you do it,
Waiting for my girl,
I seem to trance in to a silent sleep.

With the silent voice she speaks to me,
With the silent stare she makes me do,
With the smile she makes me do all.

Waiting for my girl.

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Quotation

When you scamper, please do it in a stark raving mad method. As then I would be to entertained to even try to shoot you

As soon as you realise the world revolves whether you think about it or not – that’s when you start living.

Could we have known? Never ask this question, it will only haunt you.

Never cry it’s an unresolved feeling, greave it’s a solid feeling, and will never change.

Try to count your teardrops, that’s the only why you’ll ever know if you’ve cried enough.

Don’t ever fall for a girl with big breast, fall in love with a girl with small breast and get them done later.

Someone once said “Use the word f*ck as much as possible. Not for some great reason that only some men can understand, just because it’s fun.”

Hey, you know what’s good for the heart, except sex and wine? Falling in love, things have to brake sometimes so that it will grow stronger.

In your face

In your face I see another,
When you voice erupts I hear her voice,
I don’t know why, but I miss you so much,

You never called me back,
But now I want to hear your voice even more,
Emotions brought on by someone else,
But how I wished it were you.

Your smile,
Your touch,
Your kiss,

Yours truly.

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For The Heart

This heart has been broken years ago,
This smile has cracked months ago,
This spirit has evaporated weeks ago.

I’ve lost my heart with you,
I’ve lost my smile with you,
I’ve cried a silent tear in you Honour.

I wished so many years you would return,
I tried so many foolish plans,
But I will never feel your hands again.

No manual will work anymore,
No more trying no more crying,
Baby no more tears, its lost.

But when you think about our time together,
Think about what we had and what it meant,
And maybe just maybe we will find each other again.

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Disorder

Prince of darkness,
Collaborating with the mean.

Prince of darkness,
Creating disorder for you and me.

Prince of darkness,
It’s you they fear,
You’ve come so far.

Disorder, confusion,
Perplexity, toxicity,
Somewhere between,
Death and sleep.

Sometime between,
Now and then,
Tentative,
We act,
Distorted we see,
The vision of this near future,
We so hastily created.

Father why have you forsaken them,
In Your arms forsaken them.

I cry when you see Him turning his back on you,
And I cry when you deserve to die.

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Don’t you Shiver

I just wanted to say,
That you make me shiver.

When you say nothing at all,
And that I’ll be by your side,
For as long as time will let me.

From the time I wake,
Till I fall asleep,
I’ll think of you.

I just wanted to say;
Don’t you shiver?

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Where were you

Where were you when I died,
When my soul disappeared.

It’s such a lonely day,
Without you by my side,
Crying for my next fix.

To return,
To return to the core,
To return to the cold.

Crazy still,
Cause you can’t forget,
Crazy still…

It’s possible broken,
To create this emotional drought,
Trying to hold back this pain.

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How do I explain the emotion?

As you were,
Don’t move Soldier.
How do I explain the emotion?
What’s worth living for?
Why can’t I seem to break free from this delusion?
The deepest I could ever go,
The dawn makes me run.

Are you here to salt away me?
Please shut up and save me,
It’s something I need now more than ever,
Fallen in to this hole was hard enough.

My visions suitable weaker,
I’m loosing my identity
In your hallucination of the system,
But I just can’t seem to stay missing.

Sticks and stones have broken these bones,
And those words you so said so easily,
Broke my spirit.

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Missing the Moon

I’m missing you,
I’m missing the moon,
But it’s bright,
I’ll be fine.

I’m dreaming at the touch of you,
I’m dreaming only at the touch of you,
I’m dreaming of the moonlight.

But it’s plenty bright,
But I’m missing your warm embrace,
I know the rain is coming,
Someday soon.

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Pressure

If only you could let me live,
It’s my life is what I want,
Not yours.
I make my own mistakes,
I haven’t made yours.
If seen the future,
If seen my past.
But never yours,
Your image isn’t near,
What I want.

So can you please bugger off.

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Lost my Faith

I’ve made my conclusions,
I’ve seen this before,
Un-defined.

I’ve seen your inner-visions,
I’ve heard this before,
Un-defined.

Looking through the peephole,
Waiting to see God,
I need to claim faith.

I need not heed your words,
They mean nothing,
Because I don’t believe them.

Seem the impossible,
Been there before,
Lost it at the window,
On my escape route.

Looking through the window,
I need to meet God,
I need to find my faith again.

Black as dark shadows,
Surround my window pain,
I need to seek You out
I need to find my faith in you.

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That day

I’ve been wondering for to long,
I’ve been sleeping more,
I’ve been running away.

But now there is no need;
To run away,
Fear seeing the life,
To wonder.

Within this broken mirror
I see all I’ve been,
All the daylight makes me,
Run.

The day I remember,
Gave me hope,
The day I seem to know,
Gave my compass direction.

You.

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A Tyrants Feast

A curtain amount of time,
A insignificant amount of grain,
With just a pint of death.
To season your plate.

Among the center of your table,
Between the salt and spice,
Lies the sweet dish of despair,
To season your plate.

Around you’re cutlery,
Between the forks and spoons,
Lies the aroma of blood-infested wine,
To season your plate.

Again you’re dinner guests,
Between the smiles and the laughs,
Lies the a-bonded lie of charming demise,
To season your plate.

The tyrant’s feast persists to the morning stir.

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It’s your birthday

It’s your birthday,
It only happens once a year,
And later you’d wish it came,
Once, every twice.

Your finally twenty-one,
Your now legally you,
Presist in your binge,
You only live once.

Forget your sorrow,
It only happens once a year,
Later you’d hoped it came,
Once, every twice.

God bless you, Sister
Wish it was I,
So that I might finally,
Be my own.

This is my gift to you,
Love for your everyday,
Money for every pocked,
And a Night you might never.
FORGET!

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Admirable Dream

A poet I might one-day be,
Booming I might seem,
My name I might see.

It sounds like an admirable dream,
The dream I desire every week,
Hoping someone would discover,
My image of diminished intellect,
Be nothing more than my pretense.

The cover I love to conceal behind,
So that you might seem to ignore me.

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Purpose

Broken substance,
I envy your life,
Broken heart,
I envy being you.

Purpose,
Permission,
Decisions,
Destructive.

Determine my choice,
Do my life,
I can’t anymore.

Freedom is what I fight for,
Freedom it’s you whom,
I believe we should all fear.

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Eine Vorhangzeitmenge

des Tyrants Festes A,
Eine bedeutungslose Menge Korn,
Mit gerade einem Pint des Todes.
Ihre Platte würzen.
Unter der Mitte Ihrer Tabelle,
Zwischen dem Salz und dem Gewürz,
Liegt der süsse Teller der Verzweiflung,
Ihre Platte würzen.
Um Sie sind Cutlery,
Zwischen den Gabeln und den Löffeln,
Liegt das Aroma des Blut-geplagten Weins,
Ihre Platte würzen.
Wieder sind Sie Abendessengäste,
Zwischen dem Lächeln und dem Lachen,
Liegt die ein-abgebundene Lüge des bezaubernden Endes,
Ihre Platte würzen.
Das Fest der tyrants besteht zum Morgen sich rühren fort.
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