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The empty faces The most deserted places Starvation is there

Listen close while I turn life's pages Oh no now they've been burning for ages There will be nothing left of those stages Listen close while I burn life's pages This book has been filled with charcoal and fire Some of them burning red with desire Others black and ripped out by a liar This book is red, and burning on fire This book is ripped and torn at the spine But we can pretend that it is just fine Reading on as I print the next line This book is ripped, and it is mine. listen close my books burned away Oh no now theres no more today There will be nothing left for a play Listen close my books burned away.

The surreal features of the passer by's are like a lost child's toy. They seem to be of whole being and but would be mistaken to say that with each drink they take from that of an acid that eats away at their minds and souls Let break a body until all that is left would be shambles of only what cannot even be identified which is to love and which is to lie? Can we not feel the aching, soaring unrelenting screaming torment of each others inner soul, which continues it's daily death regardless to who it calls out it's song of disease spreading to the others who are so to take themselves upon it? I would ask you to cut out your h

I stand at the top of what seems to be a liquified fountain of ice. I stare down the cold mountain into a dark chasm filled with what is quickly passing my ankles. I take a second to think to myself, "Is this sane? I could die". But a warm reassuring thought of the previous jumper brought me back to reality. I inhale a deep breath and look down one more time before I tense my muscles and leap out in faith that there is nothing beneath me but cold safety. The seconds seem like an enternity of endless moments breathlessly rushing up towards me. BANG! The world around me goes black as my eyes shut tight. In those first few seconds of desperate p