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Without forgiveness my soul is lost.

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Friday, June 19, 2009

New York is dead

 

I will put the audio up soon...

 

Taken far from sights he knew so well

Where lights ignite the night

The darkness brightens... caught up in the swell

Of the ocean wave crushing as he takes another pill

Adjusting chemicals inside his mind

Irrepairable by will

He has swallowed all he can bear

But they still reach for fragments of his soul

Cold steel like god across the flesh

Scarring like traintacks

En route to silent salvation's home

Everything fades into the backround

The blue melts away the red

Enter the white

Eyes blackened by a thousand memories

Hundreds of miles from what he used to be

New York is dead in his mind

Only existing inside fantasies

All fallacy

But when it's all broken down

He will never face the truth

Never was

Never will be

Never again

No recollection

How did he end up in this place

Beset on all sides by walls alien to his touch

Unfamiliar fragments of another life drift into his heart

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