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It hurts. Being so close, yet so far away...
not meant to be seen or touched
not meant to desire, love or hate
shattered stone on unwritten marble

no marks of time, just endless space
gaping wounds festering with forgoten feelings
darkness lingering where the light is born
not meant to live, not ready to die

It hurts. Witness through another day
not meant to end, just patched
with fragments from a closing gate
raining upwards. These bleeding skies...

The Wave

had you repeat it in my youth

that silent seas will darken

and clear blue skies will fall

in ashes on a thirsty ground

had you repeat it in my youth

that love and life will hurt

slowly killing dreams-

bloodied white feathers

in a pagan sacrifice

had you repeat it in my youth

with fingers strumming a guitar

the words we forget to say

so often we forget to say

had you repeat it in my youth

that death will part our ways one day

I'd silence my heart for echoes

chasing the seconds we've lost.