

MarkedStriking wind upon my face Soaked clothes weighing heavy The burden of this soul leaves its markMarked
Scarred and marked I walk this road 'Longside this river The wreckage of vessels Once manned by nameless soldiers Turned to driftwood, floating by
Clouds packing together Unable to break a fall A heavy heart wont break It shatters and turns to dust
Clinging on to meaninglessness As days drift by The meaning of lonely Comes redefined


Face that wayThe heroes of our past Become sinners too this future Guiltless to their name Living in ever shameFace that way
Never has my past Made me face this way Into the everglow I belong to the trees For my faith on this earth Entangled with vengeance And unforgiving despair


Human soulFeel it, all around As incense shall stick A rotting sense, inflicted It paints all black and white Occasionally scarlet redHuman soul
A bright presence Lingering in unconsciousness Burning like a candle The wicked storm flickers the flame With a wind to spread Fumes of disgust
How may one accept This affliction upon an other When sorrow is merely a word Lying is your creed
Feel it, all around As incense shall stick Embrace what peers have become And absorb This foul stench Of a human soul Craving self-indu


The currentDaunting her presence may be Useless attempts have clouded my mind This I shall confess Nevertheless, hope must feed On its preyThe current
Scared, I am not For every season will come to an end And so a draft may sway Render our bodies to the stream This pond has not yet seen It's last current
As regards your journal, if you haven't read it, read "Bright Star! Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art" by John Keats.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Giddy as a gangbanger.
x
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A lives progress, in the palm of my hand
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Giddy as a gangbanger.
Thx
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A lives progress, in the palm of my hand
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Giddy as a gangbanger.
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When people do a good thing to you, engrave it to stone,
when people do a bad thing to you write it to sand
then when it rains the writing on the sand will disappear
but the engraving on the stone will stay
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A lives progress, in the palm of my hand
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