Gold Stale Lips Echos
Gold is the blazing sun that coddles all reality
It is a stale reality that basks in the backfields of my heart
The lips of the weak crack ever so briskly
Echos are echoing and can never be put to rest
Mother Dreams Wander Story
The devils mother is the keeper of the sworn sweltering scorching underworld
Dreams are the flaky wishes that never come about
I wander to school to locker 666 and the enraged engorged sprit takes me
This is a story whereupon the damaged child is met with sin
Red Tree Rhythm Rock
Red is the sour residue that eradicates the vivacious corpse
The tree sings and dances to the pessimistic beat
It's a rhythm that soothes the listener to a silent night
My rock is jagged from the beating pulse of the living
Photos Name Speak Suffer
I suffer in these trying times we call life
The names that echo in the gallows are bleak
Photos splatter in the vivid eccentric sun
We all speak until the day is done
Wind Laugh Streams Breath
Streams of blood tickle my being
Laugh is non existent when terror is pressent
The wind bellows inside the dull corridor
My breath sticks like the fearless ruthless endeavor I partake
Fears Accept Survive Hard
Survive is the essence of human nature
It is hard to cry and whisper through the leaves
We need to accept the soul of the innocent
The fears are timid but not alone
Kiss Send Change Dawn
Dawn has escaped through the passionate abyss
We send the hunger of human nature to blossom
Kiss the pedals of the cascading foliage
It is time to change the aching times
Color Mouse Touch Chair
My inner touch is vacant and vast in the morning dew
The color of all colors whisks the naked sky into a fog
It is with touch the once bubbly sun rise reaches out its hand to say hello
We all soar into the chair that remains stable
Sustain School Milk Rainbow
We view the rainbow as a kiss from spirits past
In school the guffaw's once pictured are now dying
In order to sustain the hopes of the lost, all tragedy remain at bay
Suckling the milk of once was is now destroyed
Fan Courage Horse Fruit
Horses are the nomads that trudge through the sunset
My courage cowers painfully without a sight
Who is a fan of a colorless mindless empty sack of dreams
Chewing on the fruit of Mother Earth is our only salvation
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