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As seeming as it sounds to hear your voice
So tempting to be bound by tearing noise
Anger gave loud as the roars became lines
Hatred seek souls but will always be fine
To escape the rain and finally reach regret
Lost file in dust far fall from the sane
Wishing I had never reach hopeless
To run the fields to heaven delight
I hope for fame
I hope to fly
To hold the swords of hell to fight
I hate for pain
I hate to die
When I gave you all my own heart
I hold your hand
I hold your might
To feel no warmth, to feel no love
I'm so betrayed
It's so not right
I'm feeling down, so endlessly so lost to me
Your feeling soundless, far from the seed but needing me
To run the fields to heaven delight
I hope for fame
I hope to fly
To hold the swords of hell to fight
I hate for pain
I hate to die
So painfully, so honestly, so hopeless
 LordxMikey · Sat May 21, 2011 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
