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"I give because I know how it feels to want."
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With difficulty I try to give meaning to something I know nothing of, only to keep my star shining in my eyes forever.
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The sea breeze had returned,
Calling out to the old solitary sailor.
He who had swore never to trust the sea
Was the old solitary sailor.
The sea had taken a lot from him,
than it had given
His past with the sea had been grim
Though it seemed, that all had been forgiven.
The sea breeze had returned,
Calling out to the old solitary sailor.
His eyes gleamed at the sight of the sea
As if he had never seen her.
Such was the old solitary sailor.
This time it seemed different,
Like a pleasent opportunity to begin
He had a man sent,
To have the anchor raised again
And sailed the ship into the sea.
The sea breeze had returned,
Calling out to the old solitary sailor.
But now it seemed more than a breeze
A storm she was, the sea of the sailor.
That breezy day was different though,
His eyes gleamed of valour.
So was the old wise sailor.
As the storm ate up the crew
And the sailor's ship
The old sailor opened his arms,
As if he was welcoming his love.
So was the old wise sailor
His lungs were filling with water
As the sea engulfed him to deeper depths
As gradually life was leaving his body
His love for the sea remained.
So was the old wise sailor
So was the old wise sailor.
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Tom Keifer and Richie Sambora
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HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY SIR RICHARD STARKEY (7 JULY, 1940) MY MOST FAV DRUMMER IN THE WORLD!
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gulgul31 4 years
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I am turning to dust
in a world thats twisted.
There is no one to trust
Nor had one existed.
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The cringe of my older posts is killing me someone help me hire an assassinassassin
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Todays addiction.
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gulgul31 4 years
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The first drops fall from heaven,
To reach down to enrich life
For humans it created a safe haven
Whome I killed with my knife.
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The Hangman鈥檚 Funeral Party
There must be a party when everything ends. There鈥檚 no remembrance for a wasted life without Pitiless noise and crowds waltzing around the gallows. Bleach is served for free today. Feed your whitened smiles And polish them enough to excise the last bits of eyesight 聽 From the blinded eyes of the dead. 聽
I hope you鈥檒l have 10 cents to spare. Pay to pray for the salvation of my shriveling stray soul. 聽 This is the hangman鈥檚 garden party. Flower crowns for nooses And perfect smiles for tears. Would you look up and see 聽 The hangman weeping at the window? Staring down At the body that used to be his, turned eternally lifeless 聽 As you have memories to spare and faces to appease? 聽
There鈥檚 elegance in seeing how things truly end. 聽 Alone in the room with no one to pretend for. 聽 That鈥檚 what it all comes down to: Alone in the room with no one to pretend for. 聽
The limbo between perpetual solitary confinement And the most boring party you鈥檝e ever attended. 聽 The sky plans no feasts for the dead, and the thunder Sound like another gig no one bothered to invite you to. 聽
Sewing up tote bags from each broken beer bottle And decorating them with every jaundiced dream. 聽 This is the new trend: make it all performative, And don鈥檛 forget a whitened smile to freshen up the look. 聽
The hangmen stay when parties end and guests decide to leave, Displaying toys with sharpened edges on their silent shelves. 聽 Blades rust, bottles break, walls crack, and friends betray. And by night, the looking glass only shows one reflection. 聽
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