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Apr. 26th, 2010

bankrupt bitter bones
that encircle my home
witches flock through tombs
fade to blue
what to do?
what to do?

its the perfect night
this life is mine
no grave to save
tonight we dine on life
absence scratching poles
in the skin folds
the films been exposed
and the world looked terrible
as we spoke
in smoke


face the desert land
hand in hand
clouds begin to form
open black lodge doors

power controls me
bending at the knees
speaking trees in need
this life could be ours

(living, your looking at death, living is much more diffucult, living and now knowing what the nights bringing, its much more difficult.)

"wretch well"

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handstied
May. 11th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
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