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You are my friend
So sad this had to end
Some broken things don't mend
They lie where they fall
You say the knife
Is twisted in your back
You don't remember that
It wasn't in mind
But you're my friend
And you know
Things are not the same
You can't hide your lies
'cause this time
there's nothing you can change

Friend
I'm sad it had to end
You can't bring back the dead
They'll burn you down
You're much too smart
To waste your mind on me
And you know too late
Don't be a fool
If you're my friend
My friend
You are my friend
My friend



dry wind chars human storm lies barren
wasted greed taints water thirst dream
the asphalt burial daylight meltdown long
gone death grabs at stillborn child another
low test pesticide not until they are dead
believe in words attaching dread no meaning
color world of different levels no chance
to rectify nightmare running races skyward
tower boil black water tea contagious
waste disposal growing blind faith a tragedy
propagate safe history
creatures running underground all the
cages rusted displaced food bowls empty now
fit for the licking faces form memory
blind faith stupidity races run secretly
blind faith a tragedy not until they are
dead stop breathing fleas attach themselves
biting bits of flesh consuming words
once hated words are shit contracting the disease
 


Now the past is untrue, and this breath is a lie
And the sun is an emptiness, that burns through the sky
And this ground it will slide down, down into the sea
And when this body dies, no man will ever breath one word
Of ignorance, for me
So bury your trust beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to consume

Now the earth bleeds cold water, in my open hands
But their bodies bleed poison, and they swallow the sand
And we'll walk to the river, where we will die of a thirst
And my fate, it's no question: every fool he is broken
Beneath the same unholy curse
So bury your love beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to burn, to sand



I'm being cremated, not buried.



Robin goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my veins
It's a deeper kind of slumber
What is universe anyway
But a pouch of silver coins
The intense breathing
Of a dying animal
A foreboding of afterlife
Master keys in oaken chest
The somewhere is mine
And from there I'll continue
All I asked for was a little love
Meet me on the other side
Where as a rose I will wake
Though blind I'll follow every step you take
Dianae, my muse
Dianae, my solitude
Cease to exist, rise to exist no more*
It's a deeper kind of slumber

 
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