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| | In peace(s) |  | | | We rehearsed our lines clear and loud, but the cue never came and the lights, they never went down... | | |
Dancing over graves we dug for ourselves,
can you hear the butterflies cry?
As we slowly lie in the dirt to be returned to ash.
Fear not friend,
for tonight we die.
The light is dizzying;
those who deny the sun choose death.
You tried to escape its grasp,
but failed miserably.
Can you face your mistakes,
Before you end up 6 feet under?
Admit it,
the truth is hard like thunder.
It was wrong of you to feel.
And you yourself remain a remnant,
of what you once tried to steal.
Of an awkward deal.
Of a wound that does not heal.
And yet we dance,
stepping into the graves,
that we dug for ourselves.
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05-05-2009 @ 07:30 | And yet we dance,
stepping into the graves,
that we dug for ourselves.
ΤΗΙΣ ΙΣ Α ΝΑΪΤ!!! ::theos.:: ::theos.:: ::theos.:: | | Tdemetriades
05-05-2009 @ 08:10 | The light is dizzying;
those who deny the sun choose death.
You tried to escape its grasp,
but failed miserably.
::up.:: ::theos.:: ::up.:: | | prince philip
05-05-2009 @ 10:27 | ::up.:: ::up.:: | |  |
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