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Your Vanity

Misery weighs down your eyes, as you begin to read. In this dance of lies, you'll forever lead. If you can't stand, I'll see you on the other side. Take my hand, for now the son has died. I'll reach under the skin, and steal away your disease. I'll fight and win, as Death becomes a tease. I fell into fantasy, as I feel your touch. Swallow your vanity, for you cry too much. The string of white lights, a full moon casting. The shadowed nights, are never lasting. Forever wandering, these cold dark seas. The world squandering, crying the harshest pleas. The voiceless won't rest, as they continue squalling. On this endless quest, I continue falling. Fall children, dance with every death boy and girl. The monster will fight again, yet we're all so coy. Lets fall to our knees, and begin to pray. Do they hear my pleas, down together we'll lay. Unrelenting omnipotence, nuturing malevolence. Angels and Demons, bow before the other. The unknowing sons, begin to kill their brother. Leave for me, the crumbling headstones. Ignore and leave me be, for death has shown. Leave me to sleep, in this desecrated sanctuary. In these dreams I weep, yet I tarry. Will you be my love, will we watch the world burn? What are the thoughts of, for the dead forever yearn. No I don't want to die, no not tonight. I can no longer try, I don't want to fall into the light. As I climb the stairs, I reach toward the stars. The heart tears, as it feels the scars. I begin my ivy climbing, for the voiceless call. It's the matter of timing, for who will begin their fall?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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