

splintersThe anticipated and glorious return of light A penance to the parting of storms, Welcomed by a gentle sigh, a warm smile An embrace to chase those cold, tumultuous days Away into the past, back into the closets of repressed Memories, traumatic events, broken hearts Piled behind closed doors, the pressure will buildsplinters
We will push back against the splintering wood of inhibition And give support until the beast within will rest so maybe
We can be chased back into the past, to face our fears And find peace.


CatharsisYou painted the heavens with your wispy, ethereal feelings And then dampened the soil with your tears and brought life To this desert, so thirsty for meaningCatharsis
Your breath caressed the dunes and kicked up the dust And made everything new again
Now you are my landscape, my earth and my mountains Clear rivers run amidst the countryside you revived
As the brush flutters with new life that was born of your touch The catharsis you inspired in this world, which had lain dead For so many moments was the healing I thought only time would bring
You were the key to my asylum, mad
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I'm not here... this isn't happening...
last.fm [link]
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Moonlight shines on the dew-dappled ruby walls, that confine me
To my own prision, help me, or I shall die in ruby red
My blood shall shed, and run with the ground
But no one shall know of my depart
For in my prision, the walls have long been stained
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my most faved shot [link]
and my favourite shot [link]
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my most faved shot [link]
and my favourite shot [link]
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'In pencil we trust
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Moonlight shines on the dew-dappled ruby walls, that confine me
To my own prision, help me, or I shall die in ruby red
My blood shall shed, and run with the ground
But no one shall know of my depart
For in my prision, the walls have long been stained
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Moonlight shines on the dew-dappled ruby walls, that confine me
To my own prision, help me, or I shall die in ruby red
My blood shall shed, and run with the ground
But no one shall know of my depart
For in my prision, the walls have long been stained
'tis Nyra, from.. tu clase de espanol.
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Moonlight shines on the dew-dappled ruby walls, that confine me
To my own prision, help me, or I shall die in ruby red
My blood shall shed, and run with the ground
But no one shall know of my depart
For in my prision, the walls have long been stained
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