

The Keeper.Vermilion nails at play at his back where we'd lay. Stealing my conscience, Bleeding me dry.The Keeper.
And he'll mutter the same bullshit, And she'll inhale it all. Every breath, Every sigh, Every word.
And I'll go back there alone someday and lay, And bleed the same blood and cry the same tears, Picking at my choices, Guilt defeating my scars.
And you'll laugh and lie where we'd lie, And she'll piss your wine as long as your thinking cheap, Because this heat will blow over and it's yours to fucking Keep.
I'm the picture of health in se


Melody Of The Waters.I sit here alone but not lonely,here on this rocky polluted sand,a cigarette burning steadily in my broken,beaten hand.I look across to the left were the still water floats.Its almost like concrete.All i want to do is run out and try and walk on it,just like a child. I breathe in the grey windy air that is echoing off the railway tracks and the water,like a badly tuned voilin.This is my orchestra,the melody of the waters.and I am the conductor.The one man show. The wind plays on as i look to the clouds who grace me with their presence by pissing rain.Every drop seems to miss me and my fag,my own smoke on thMelody Of The Waters.
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All things loved are truly beautiful.
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"Salvation and Destruction are exactly the same thing." Stephen King.
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