or maybe i have,
just not posting.
i should write more music
i do love you, deviantArt!
cow path

tentatively titledIm not the type for long goodbyes I lean more towards old songs and older eyes. I live for loving gaze A coated voice promising its okay I live for summer days and lies and liars who make lies sound true. I want to be with you all of the time but I findtentatively titled
you are so far away.
I am the bird that dreams to fly but I cannot find grace to leave the ground My wings are turning brown in autumns haze and lengthening days Just touch me one last time, keep my ambitions save and sound away til I count down four three two one more way
poopy.

The Fallen OneWatch me as I rip my own wings away simply to survive upon your earth, with skin and flesh ripping away from bone to sire my crimson rebirth. Is this what you asked for, proof of my humanity, my dignity? The darkest tears of black and scarlet couldn't completely express my pain. See black and grey feathers floating down towards the floor again...The Fallen One
Look at me... these are your rites of passage, your rites written for the unburied dead. Pale faces and hollow eyes stare back at me, but I am not resurrected yet. I am simply another graceless being amongst the crowd, faceless upon your earth...  
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Scars are souviners you never lose.
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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coffeefinger
for the watch.
It's all, like, watchy, and stuff.
Heh.
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listlessheartssignhere.
♥?
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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black rose and radio fire
it's so contagious
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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