Infected Scars of Solitude


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Posted by Punk4th on August 03, 2004 at 03:41:55:

I can see dry raindrops fall
From a sea of crying stars
Preserved inside my hollow smile
And pouring through these skin-deep scars

With a stolen breath of atmosphere
I can sense forgotten dreams
Ambition sold them long ago
Leaving room for hurt routines

In this quiet empty space
Can I trust my senses?
Cloaked in claustrophobic grace
Iím numb, but not quite senseless

Iím falling back on fading footsteps
Walking backwards into memories
Still holding on to second thoughts
Following the trace of old identities

Now wrapped around a momentís doubt
Misled by voices robed in fear
My conscience is now a heavy burden
I canít seem to bear

In this quiet empty space
Can I trust my senses?
Cloaked in claustrophobic grace
Iím numb, but not quite senseless

Walking down a path of shadows
As darkness overwhelms the air
Iím taken to an empty image
Confronted with my deepest fear

Empty, dark and hollow
Cold, crippled and numb
Face to face with myself
The void that Iíve become

In this quiet empty space
I`m nothing but a living ghost
Bleeding rivers of dead memories
Bleeding rivers of dead memories
Bleeding rivers of dead memories
I`m nothing but a living ghost
In this quiet empty space


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