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Bring it.

And what if she is?

It would rain today.

And all of my while.
I wear this chesire's smile.
Hung between shelter and sin.
In tactfully morbid style
I toss bodies on the pile.
and wait for the songs to begin.

-Fred

I am not sure why I am doing this ( Read more... )

It feels right.
Here's that ledge again.
More than a year later.

-Fred

You were all right.
Especially you, in the cruelest, most ironic sense of the word.
Awhile back, I wrote an entry about burning my past away.
I forgot how quickly fire catches to everything close by.
I've set fire to myself.
Let's see what lies beneath what you see.

-Fred

There will be no tears.
There will be no promises of a better life.
No death threats, suicide threats or threats to erase you from my life.
There is no final plea for help, for justice, for love.
There are no words, no rushing mourners or weeping widow.
No songs, no poems and no books.
There is just silence.
And the hope that there is a God after

I wish I could leave compositions as Lj posts.
My feelings are better expressed by a flurry of notes than by any form of literary weaving.
Right now, my soul is a deep C. A deep droning C.

-Fred

six hundred miles
six hundred miles and the strongest hold anyone has ever had.

-Fred