There`s a Light From Above, Guiding us Thru & Into Love...To Help Us Find a Way,Just to Face another Day...We Never Trust IN Evil,In The Darkness WE Are FeebleThe Depth of the Sea is a Mere ElusionLet It Only Drown the ConfusionFor WE Must Learn to SwimEven Thru The Storm We`re inJumping Off the Sinking Boat To Grasp The Wreckage and Stay AfloatHopefully Put The Pieces back togetherTo Sail On Strong, Facing any WeatherThe Light of This Love Makes Us StrongerTo Reach The Distant Shore,To Stand on Solid Ground Once More,Pray it Doesn't Take much Longer
Scott
pain of being...I lean against the dull edge of indecision.Unable to feel, unable to react,In a state of mild suffocation.A knife penetrates but I do not bleed.My eyes water but they do not tear.My cold blood swims but does not boil.My expression is bland and indifferent.I draw in air but can not breathe.Walk but do not proceed.Talk and no one listens.Gravity pushes me inward,My lungs flake into powdery chasms.The sun turns gray and the moon transparent.A cold rain runs down my rusted pipes.Bones creak in their dry sockets.Swollen tongues cleave to the roofs of rigid mouths.All movements cease.My soul turns its head in disgust,And looks away from me.
christopher cole
Scott
pain of being...I lean against the dull edge of indecision.Unable to feel, unable to react,In a state of mild suffocation.A knife penetrates but I do not bleed.My eyes water but they do not tear.My cold blood swims but does not boil.My expression is bland and indifferent.I draw in air but can not breathe.Walk but do not proceed.Talk and no one listens.Gravity pushes me inward,My lungs flake into powdery chasms.The sun turns gray and the moon transparent.A cold rain runs down my rusted pipes.Bones creak in their dry sockets.Swollen tongues cleave to the roofs of rigid mouths.All movements cease.My soul turns its head in disgust,And looks away from me.
christopher cole
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