Sunday, January 11, 2009

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Anger rise as night becomes dawn
I hate to say hello to the new morn
Screaming inside shadows disappear
Silence rattle me like stories of the dead

I am lost to this maze that used to be easy
Since you’ve been gone and left me
Voices I hear seem so real
Whenever danger draws near

I can’t wait for the night to come
For it reminds me of what I’ve become
Living the life of the undead
I can’t forget what you said

You will forget me
Live your life like you never met me
I will not exist in your world
You will pass and I will not

The curse of me to stay awake
When you’re dreaming away
Is it me you’re seeing?
Is it me that you want?

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