this time...
before I start to run...I'll see if you cry black tears...
Ruin is rampant among these hopeless semantics...
where does lust fit in, if it's welcome to stay the night...
I guess we'll never know for sure, unless we open our skin...
don't take it personal, they never do...
but it still hurts...
Run like horses made of glue that doesn't work...
it doesn't stick...
like you, you've never stuck around...
long enough to find out what we have inside that is alike...
refuse reuse of repercussions used by others...
take a look through out the landscape...
is there misery still, even when you have a companion?...
total silence...
Take me to that castle in the clouds...
floating without senses to interrupt our embrace...
no moth, no flame...
just essences...
no more pain, it's been transcended...
no denial of lies is necessary anymore...
no more daddy's little words...
helping out hope is sometimes a hopeless endeavour...
it all depends on the angles you play...
letting the pieces fall where they may...
this time the machinist is too busy to care...
embrace...
take the seductive embrace that is given without prejudice...
there is no morning glory hanging from that tree...
only datura stains on your lips...
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