Stay with me a while,
Rise above the vile.
Name my final rest,
Poured into my chest.
chorus:
Into the orchard i walk peering way past the gate.
Wilted scenes for us who couldn’t wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead. (more…)
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And so you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some September
Wilted with the seasons
But hidden inside the delusion
I saw you eyes, somewhere
Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst (the storm) (more…)
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by the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
the face of melinda neath blackened hair
no joy would flicker in her eyes
brooding sadness came to a rise
words would falter to atone
failure had passed the stepping stone
she had sworn her vows to another (more…)
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