

Last Man AliveLast Man AliveLast Man Alive
I walk around this empty land An empty place with empty streets Who knew loneliness could be multiplied by an apocalypse Me and my shattered consciousness stranded in the dark
There always seems to be a glimpse of life Shadows here, voices there Maybe its just the remnants of my mind playing tricks Maybe its the last bit of hope clawing through me
If there is a God hes not very nice A puppeteer more than a savior A manipulator more than a creator Who needs God in a desolate wasteland?
They flash in my head


Show and TellShow and TellShow and Tell
Its a writers job to show, not tell A characters love, happiness, sadness These must not be told, must not be pointed to They must be felt, discovered, embedded
She has me telling because its all I can do I have no pen to write with anymore Im scribbling passages with invisible ink Love notes that no one can read
I want to show her what she means to me All I can do is tell her through tear covered lips I want to show her what she does to me All I can do is remind myself to breathe
I want to hold


Gothic ClayGothic ClayGothic Clay
Shes been formed within my imagination A demonstration of my desperation for love A girl of porcelain skin and thick eye shadow Fish net stockings and skull shaped hair pins are her taste
Sitting alone makes your mind wander You enter a world of creativity and application She wanders there alone, no entourage of which to speak A laugh escapes as she talks to the ghosts in my moratorium of a mind
She doesnt exist but shes the girl of my gothic fantasies A Tim Burton model of clay he hasnt molded yet One day we will walk th
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and the happiest day of my life, is the day that i die. [would it be the same if i saw you in heaven?]
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SmelL MY SouL BurninG
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...but, home is nowhere...
Have a nice weekend
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Down is the new up!
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Have a great weekend
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Down is the new up!
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Halo
We each have a star all you have to do is find it.
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