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Flickers of Life

Sometimes to look inside Takes more than calming highs Sometimes there’s cyanide And sometimes I’ll have to die Oceans of vivid worth Mixed in with delusion’s birth I just want to feel the earth But sometimes this world’s a curse Poisons in pure streams Going on until I scream Faster - the end of me Too strong to let me breathe Awake and now in touch Life holds me in its crutch I feel for everything As my soul sees the gathering Separate and unrepressed Demons in an angel’s church I walk the borderline Both sides wait in my design Both sides claim I’m divine Both sides give me each their signs The light prays that I don’t fall As my night comes to shadow all

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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