

thirtysixtwentyfourUpon chance our meeting, fleeting Transcending distances Ignite one's desire Of the blossoming flower in my mindthirtysixtwentyfour
Distance is such a cruel fate The tools of man, to make life easier Has become such a burden No progress can result without consequence
To understand another soul But never embrace The heart sings And the body anguishes;
The arms of the time machine pass The days grow less; Soon, my dearest soon, Wait, for sweet love's embrace


Scars and strypesNightmares remain when dreams escape Hope spills out through my fingertips Rip us all to pieces Rip us all so we may find peace.Scars and strypes
Pray if you can't fight Run if you can't pray End me, End me please!
Dearest love,
Something is wrong with your eyes Something unsettling, something vague Just the wrong shade of white
Behaviour that is accepted is expected. But I am the exception to the law It was always all a lie All that lives will die alone


ClicheShe greeted me with a cliché. 'Nice to meet you' she said. Barely a sentence had been exchanged between us and she has already made the assumption that I'm by some means a nice guy. Based on what, the 5 year old denims jeans? The black t-shirt that I had worn too many times? The two day growth? I'm sure that with time this nice young lady will see me for who I a truly am, my true nature. I am by every definition known to women, an asshole. I decided that I would let the moment last, if only for a few more miserable minutes. I raised my hand in reply, not before of course wiping my palm on what I believed to be the cleanest area ofCliche


Romance is deadBite marks left on the pillow,Romance is dead
These engravings will tell a story, Of a time in distant memory.
Alone you lit up the darkest room More then an engraving,
More than a fleeting feeling
Whispers still linger on my ear. So beautiful, yet so chaotic How could you have become so miserable?
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... in the MatchstickART.
And then I gave them the sandwich.
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The greatest lovers were murderers first
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... in the MatchstickART.
And then I gave them the sandwich.
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the next mattyho
...on the *Matchstickart?
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The greatest lovers were murderers first
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the next mattyho
...on the *Matchstickart?
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The greatest lovers were murderers first
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the next mattyho
...on the *Matchstickart?
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