the light burns bright deep inside your beautiful mind your words smother me with reality but it doesnt seem so bad please dont be sad when the world is grey i will think of you when the sun hits the widows web and every day thereafter there you sit marinating in the stew that keeps you feeling blue i wish i had a silver spoon.
This sadness is dark water cutting a crevace to fill with something beautiful
deeper and deeper I went with all their love and all their hate deeper and deeper until there was neither only the black pebbled torrent around me but when I looked down, I was the one glowing brightly, and then came ascension blurp at the top, hurt beyond words but here I am here we are stranger than ever stronger than before; now how to fill this abyss I've made with the life I barely know?
Oceans and oceans and oceans could not fill the space I've made for even one.
So I wear my love like sunglasses to see through and my sorrow like a shirt to hide under. Marinating indeed care is fading to apathy but these are only ramblings; what's happened to me?! To the left are my friends blowing in the wind to my right are the Inumerable Faceless existing to pay less but earn more to feed a giant monster.
Where, do you ask is the Love in this beautiful gas cloud? Given.
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deep inside your beautiful mind
your words smother me with
reality
but it doesnt seem so bad
please dont be sad
when the world is grey
i will think of you
when the sun hits the widows web
and every day thereafter
there you sit marinating
in the stew that keeps you
feeling blue
i wish i had a silver spoon.
write back.
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is dark water
cutting a crevace
to fill with something beautiful
deeper and deeper
I went
with all their love
and all their hate
deeper and deeper
until there was neither
only the black
pebbled torrent around me
but when I looked down,
I was the one glowing brightly,
and then came ascension
blurp at the top,
hurt beyond words
but here I am
here we are
stranger than ever
stronger than before;
now how to fill this abyss
I've made with the life I barely know?
Oceans and oceans and oceans
could not fill the space I've made
for even one.
So I wear my love like sunglasses
to see through
and my sorrow like a shirt
to hide under.
Marinating indeed
care is fading to apathy
but these are only ramblings;
what's happened to me?!
To the left are my friends
blowing in the wind
to my right are the Inumerable Faceless
existing to pay less
but earn more
to feed a giant monster.
Where, do you ask is the Love
in this beautiful gas cloud?
Given.
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