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Its a tragic mess. -------------------------- I don't care for the ends of love songs. I don't care for the ends of stories. I don't care to see how it ends. I can consider it to be forever. I can see it doesn't matter. I know it does in your head. The supple sounds to my ear. Its not laughter, its not fear. Its my sound of sorrow in your ear. Its the end to love songs. Its the end of your stories. Its the ends of the end, edges that mattered in times. Its the ends of the end, edges that mattered in times. Though really, its not like I'd care. Its sorrow, its envy. Differences contributed to my mercy. Mercy contributed to the end. Mercy is what sorrow is. Counting the spots reflected on my ceiling. Counting the cuts on the light. Its torn and broken. Just like the sky tonight. I can finally begin to count each and every star. Its not misery and its definatly sorrow. Its only the end to love songs. Its monkey in the middle, just because the monkey will never win. Its swallowing poison just like how you would swallow venom. "How is that?", You asked. "Just unknowingly", That was my reply. Its the pool of envy that everything will eventually drown in. Its surrounding everything that no one lives to see. Its suffocating and its definatly an infectious disease. Its a nightmare, and a pleasent dream. Not a dreaming dreamer dreaming of a dreamer that is living a lie. Its not that famed blue pill that opens your eyes. Its the red one that claims your mind's eye. Medication for each one of us all. "No thanks I'll take the blue.", Wasn't that my reply? Its a scratched record skipping all the importaint words; That develops into a lie. Stepping up to the monotone;You speak it oh so clear. Flipping the book to the same side twice and jumping over the broken fence. Books flown off the shelves, birds out of the caged state of mind. Broken idols in their shelves, dust on the ceiling fan with just only two blades; What of use was that? Fire over the sink, could we have put it out? I don't think so, if we cared could it really end out like this? Broken glass cases where children once stood in aw. Preach more, because you were wrong and I was right. Flying babies whom have stopped crawling; I laughed at your expression to this: "Oh my god; How do they deny the law?", Claimed the lier. I created this world of mine, I can erase it too. Scared? I am; Arn't you? Hiding in the hollow found to the left, its a big a mess. The last living soul with broken glasses, all of his irony. Madness in the left arm, light only in the right; Each connected into hands and palms. From arm to palm, can you claim you saw me? While you laughed and played in the left hand; I laughed and watched you while I stoood in the right. The only thing to put this fire out is gasoline. Does that make sense? Only as much as everything else. Nothing can come with ease, you denied the surging flood. No where to hide from the disease. The plague infects the mass population of you and us. I guess its not me or you. Its the tragedy of the sounds of bodies to the ground. Is it love? Can we place the blame on the lamb of god? Do we always need a scape goat? Its all I'll ask and I'll ignore everything else, answer it second in place... Second in place to none.
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