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It Never Really Happens

THE TELEPHONE RINGS BUT I WON'T ANSWER THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS I DO NOT RECALL KEEP SEEING YOUR FACE INSIDE THE RAIN THAT SPLASHES ON MY WINDOW I DROVE ALL NIGHT TO WATCH THE STARLIGHT FLICKERING ON THE ROAD WE SAID SO MANY THINGS THAT HAD NO MEANING WE GAVE OURSELVES WITH NOTHING TO GIVE AT ALL IN TORTURED ECSTASY WE DANCED FOR RITUALISTIC REASONS WE WAITED IN SECRET SILENCE PUSHING BOTH OF US TO FALL I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU KNEW ME, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS AN OPEN DOOR THAT LEADS INTO THE DARKNESS HE STARES INTO A VOID THAT'S HELD HIM CLOSE BEEN BROKEN SO MANY TIMES FROM DEMONS WRAPPING THEIR ARMS AROUND HIM HE TURNS AWAY FROM WATCHFUL EYES HIS HUNGER SEEMS TO GROW BEEN WAITING INSIDE HIS PAIN THAT'S LIKE A FORTRESS FOR SOMEONE TO BREAK THE WALLS AND SET HIM FREE THE TINIEST OF GESTURES CAN REDEEM A FALLEN ANGEL HE REACHES OUT TO ONE WHO PASSES MUCH TO BLIND TO SEE I THOUGHT I KNEW HIS HUMANITY, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS A FIRE BLAZES RAGING THROUGH ALL REASON OPINIONS AND BELIEFS HELD ONE THE SAME HE GIVES INTO HIS SELFISH INDIGNATION AND FEELS RIGHTEOUS A SMILE PLAYS OUT UPON HIS LIPS AS HE TAKES CAREFUL AIM THE FACES CHANGE THE CAUSE WITH EVERY SEASON AND HISTORY IS EASILY IGNORED SURVIVAL, GOD, OR DEVIL MAYBE POLITICS THAT MOVES US IT ALL REMAINS A HATRED THAT'S INSPIRED US TO MORE. I THOUGHT I KNEW THE WAY THE WORLD SHOULD BE, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS.

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