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Why is it when the chaos of my life dies down,
When the silence settles, the sadness becomes clear?
Like a dragon lying await deep within its mountain,
The depressing truth resides.
Out of the depths of my heart emerges,
This realization,
And with a roar of fire
It scorches my soul.
For in those moments of stillness
The river of realization gushes out.
My soul exposed;
The reality recognized.
I love you.
And it eats away at me
Day by day.
Night after night I fall asleep,
With the though of you.
Clutching the memory of your embrace close to my heart.
And every morning I wake up empty
Longing for the day to begin,
So I can loose my self inside other worlds and the bustle of life.
When the silence settles, the sadness becomes clear?
Like a dragon lying await deep within its mountain,
The depressing truth resides.
Out of the depths of my heart emerges,
This realization,
And with a roar of fire
It scorches my soul.
For in those moments of stillness
The river of realization gushes out.
My soul exposed;
The reality recognized.
I love you.
And it eats away at me
Day by day.
Night after night I fall asleep,
With the though of you.
Clutching the memory of your embrace close to my heart.
And every morning I wake up empty
Longing for the day to begin,
So I can loose my self inside other worlds and the bustle of life.
new theme song
"Living In Twilight" by the weepies
You look darkly on the day
With memories to light your way
A little sad but it's all right
We are always living in twilight
No one knocks upon your door
Until you don't care anymore
A little alone but it's all right
We are always living in twilight
Living in a dream, walking in between the sunrise and sunset
Living in a dream, walking in between sunset and sunrise
You get tied up in your day, so I let go and walk away
And now we're loose ends of the night
We are always living in twilight
So it goes, though no one knows you like they used to do
Have a drink the sky is sinking toward a deeper b
her and her river
One day a long long time ago there lived a little grunge girl.
She had deep set crystal blue eyes with no pupils and her mouth was only a thin colourless line on her very pale skin. She dragged around her rag dolly where ever she went, and always dressed in a black frock. But what striked people the most about this little girl was her very long,crooked index fingers.
On the days when her fingers twitched, she would walk to a corner and stay there for the rest of the day, muttering to dolly and flexing her two fingers. Those days were always dark days, a fog would set in, masking her face; only her long black hair could be seen blowing in
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thanks.. he he yes my family are born and bred southafricans zambuck runs in my viens he he its a fun pic