Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence... dreaming time away. Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence... Recurring memories emerge from the deep... of old secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then return to choke you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside... there's one place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams are scattered like dust into the winds. Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there was only ever one day... but now it's too late.
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comfort of
slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence...
Recurring memories emerge from the deep... of old secrets unforgotten sleep.
They sink
beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then return to choke
you when you wake
up alone. Shredded inside... there's one place left to turn. A long-term
problem, a temporary
remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy.
So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams are
scattered like dust
into the winds. Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings.
Tomorrow never
comes, there was only ever one day... but now it's too late.
dlord
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