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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Purple Twilight And as the day begins to fade I slip into this night's confusion. The renegades of memory become my souls single intrusion. Now taken back to times of you. I find my memories mind entombed. The tribal music fills these dreams. While all the voiceless poets scream. My love is false and filled with lust, and still no part of you I trust. The setting now reveals a place I know I've seen and fled before The darkness spills upon the page as lies rise up and block the door. My world is lost within a wicked and a violent rising storm. But all the while, The sun, your smile; maybe tomorrow I'll be reborn. The heart of me, its troubled beats, is haunted by your sight. Much like a vagrant crying out for shelter from the night. My body shivers and the sweat now builds upon my brow. Its trickle filled with rain that follows, my body's cold and numb. A voice I know that's not my own begs now for shelter from the sun. The fading day and falling rain brings purple twilights sight. The night now finds the time to rise the day now slowly dies. And all the girls that held my heart they laugh now while I cry. But still I see the rising tide and know the ties that bind. Behind my eyes your visions smile forever now will rise. Again the chances and their costs have laughed while paradise is lost. But Babe I'd walk through heaven sweet and crawl through all of hell, and forever carry your twisted cross. Or pay the pipers growing fee All on account of you and me.
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