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We saw the sun pass 1182 times.
But I never really noticed it
Because I was watching you
All along

We saw the planes fly over clouds alone
That's about the time when I saw you float
I floated with you
Beside you
Dead

Reach out
Nothing can touch the beauty of a last caress

Trust

I will give you away
You will trust me again
I will give you a way

Your holy ghost
My cursed halo
My beloved crown of thorns
I left you on my own


I will give you away
You will trust me again
I will give you a way


I reach out now
With my eyes closed, hoping
For you to take me
'Cause I forgot how to climb

Burn The Forests

I've been carrying my weight for a long way now
I'm going home to my nightmares
You're wearing your gown
Just hoping for a chance of a dream

The brutes and the storms
The cancer lives within
Burn the forests down
To do the creatures in


Lucky

Count your ghosts
Count your voices
Count your blessings
Count your money
Count your corpses
Count so many
Count yourself lucky
For having any

Speak to yourself
Just leave me be
Whatever you do
Just leave me be
Speak to your voices
Or kill your choices
I couldn't care less

Just promise me
That before you go
And slip into the night
Don't ever come back

Sublimation

I have recently been thinking a lot about beings, entities, minds, minds or souls, if you will.
I have come to no conclusion.
"I think, therefore I am".
Have I passed on?
My memories are my past,
My thoughts are my present,
Yet my being is infinite.

I am shadowed by the clouds covering the free sky.

My stories are hollow and my dreams are howling.
They are praying to the sun, and to the moon.
I am a dead man.
But we forget.
Distorted reality with the fog of faith.
The black, the white and the gray.

Withering flesh and dying flowers.
Ink will fade, and stars will fall.
The sun will freeze to death in the darkness of it all.
The humble ambiance of the universe.

The inevitable sublimation of the mass.

Tainted Flower

This place is just another dead end
For I've walked these paths again and again
I have forsaken you, my tainted flower
As forsaken am I these ungodly of hours