

SurceaseThough I'm aware each touch is a silver coated lie , I still crave this sweet deception. For within its temporary boundary, I find relief from my obsession.Surcease


Why Worry About TomorrowWhy worry about Tomorrow, whose lights you may never see dawn? Why worry about Tomorrow, when today has not even gone?Why Worry About Tomorrow
For Tomorrow is a distant horizon whose hours you might never claim. And Today is surely full enough For it has it's joys and share of pain.
So...
Why worry about tomorrow, whose time might never be yours? Don't worry about Tomorrow. First complete today's chores.


Novocaine for my earsMy poor eardrums, abscessed by the bacteria of your words, would really appreciate it if they didnt have to continue to hear the dentist-drillNovocaine for my ears
whine of your voice.
They cringe in fear every time you open your mouth.
I swear you make hearing more painful than having teeth pulled without the benefit
of numbing drugs


Son Of The MorningLong have we bartered with him Usually for our immortal essence Caring little, as long as we get our lustful desire. Ignoring those whispered warnings From the parts of us that know better. Eventually, the time for payment comes and we Realise, too late, exactly what weve done.Son Of The Morning
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Forgive my broken English .
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There is always fact in fiction...
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If the world were sound, it would be like this.
--TulsaTrash (on Pink Floyd's, Interstellar Overdrive)
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