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Greg


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20 january 2014

The Nameless; The Object

Blackness covers sunshine
The raven loses ground
Morose by its nature
Lost, lost just to be found
In all it had forsaken
Dismantled and procured
In the vanity of beauty
Where love comes to ruin
 
A comfortable despair
A languished angry song
Held out on a prayer
That just once nothing goes wrong
 
But once is for infinity; splicing the moment to a smooth fracture
 
And by asking I shall never receive
The burden is upon the ox’s shoulder
To shut the fuck up and just make believe
 
That life
Is hollow and cold
Build a fort around your soul
To never ever ever ever  ever show
The love you really are
Kept hidden away, deep in the dark
And I understand,
Trust me                    
I’m a coward too






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