My loverNo soul great enough to rest his desire No love strong enough to hold his sanity No darkness at all, to find within him Yet every bit seems so mislaid and besieged The moonlight shines and tortures him so While he attempts to rest his dead little head I admire at him, and appreciate his mannerMy lover
A hell of his own, does he dwell within Hatred so profound, no mortal can endure The pulsation of his loveless heart
Or the lulling of his wicked words
Falling deeper in love with him as days evade Needing his fingers caressing my cheek I find him sitting there
All AloneSitting in the darkness, he calls to me Dreaming, his face appears By my waking hour, I am drowning in tears His name echoed in my mind These streets seem empty The sidewalk seems lonely, for no one walks with me My hand is vacant, without his to hold My thoughts are hellish, there is no one left to confide in I sit here alone, in my dark cell Awaiting the day he comes There, in that day, does true happiness lie. The day flowers bloom in Winter The day I see beauty in my reflection That day, O that day which seem out of reach Yet it is in sight, there infrontAll Alone
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This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
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Night Angel ~Apophysis
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let me tell you what its all about
it's called money dependence today,
and people just keep on going on
looking at the dollar bill,
and nothing else around them.
no love, no friendship, nothing else,
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
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"Old men like me don't make points. Theres' no point."
"Is that why there are no young men on the council?"
"Good point."
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"when you stop learning, you start dying."
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"when you stop learning, you start dying."
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"Old men like me don't make points. Theres' no point."
"Is that why there are no young men on the council?"
"Good point."
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