

In Tongues of Fate: To pray foPray to thee Oh, blessed father? Of what do you adore?! I tire of these soulless shells And mine own of most Im tired more. To whom do we call friends? If such blackened hearts So vastly roam Set free to spite and spit upon the soul.In Tongues of Fate: To pray fo
My heart Their hands so boldly clench Such pain I cannot stand So lend this son your sweet embrace Absolve of our sins Or swiftly end this suffering.


In Tongues of Fate: No Man MayAs dead men sing such songs of somber woe, Whisper me, thy sincerest secret. What perverted path does Lady Fate so eagerly sew? Oh treacherous titan, make not thy prayer some simple regret!In Tongues of Fate: No Man May
This heart does scream such everlasting dreams. These tablets Ive lifted, what worldly eyes may read? Such tethered answers mere mortal men may scream! Yet, no more can my ears hear what hollow lies do bread.
If foot should carry still some path unversed,
Cry forth thy prophet's name! Cry forth what western winds so wildly conversed! The fate of all, as all is answered s


DementiaTwisted tongues do scream in serenaded silence, The most delicate of words. Whose tender bones do mend so strong.Dementia
This symphony of seraphs sting, And in them slip his vile hand, Whose strings I know contort.
Alas! These gears begin their turn, The immortal decadence of my dismay. What madness songed does strip thy mortal flesh?


Contemplating the Bitter RyeDo prey, Oh blessed father. For this feeble mind grows weak, The hands that held so solemnly A soul so bitter black. Find peace upon the marbled mortuary grain.Contemplating the Bitter Rye
I fear for me The time of change, Has swiftly passed me by. For promise to such stubborn sin, Sends flame upon these friendly fields, So fondly overlooked.
The love of those that do remain, Finds frailty upon such contort delights. For I alone can bear this weight with no regrets.


Sticky Note Impassehe loved over calendars but under planes as she made lists and wrote his name on sticky notes put everywhere there was an empty placeSticky Note Impasse
to write the words of half-hatched plans and aging thoughts, she kept his love like a leisure boat left out in all the kinds of weather
and they both cursed at it, staining wood again but each a different color, to clash upon the double meeting
reminding him of Solomon, but she refused to give it up or cut it down and scribbled down the lists instead
of ways to lose yourself between


Waiting Right Here With YouThere's something in me, belonging to you (I can only suppose) that defies natural reactions to your stupidity so sometimes I return before you know Ive gone.Waiting Right Here With You
Do you ever wonder about love they capitalize? I do. But then, remind myself: remember, that direction matters more than interior luxury.
Know, youre a journey I would take from now on, if only I wasnt waiting, to go some place more specific.
But, this bench is cold, and the bus is late. Can I just stay with you for a while?


The Finisherleaves go in bursts of brittle gold, preface to the season's sighing, all the warmth from living skin toThe Finisher
dying color, as hearts accept the coming dark, and cold,
and the finisher rests her burdened head upon your chest, closure before the looming lapse of life her brother brings upon the back of horses, white, their exhalation thick, treading on the hard-earned golds, their cloak covering behind them
the world, the work of one whose chilling fingers lay inside your palm, martyr for the postscript
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~Waiting for a star to fall~
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I need Glasses so i can see the Truth
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Sephiroth: Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.
Cloud: I pity you. You just don't get it at all. There's not a thing I don't cherish! Stay where you belong...in my memories.
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From dreamland...a stranger hither...
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*wakin up slowly .. nothin but lonely !
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