Drawing SoundsI choose the path that leads to death. I paint the lungs so full of breath. I cut the fingers that prod the wounds. I sift through stars to find the moon. I shift the clouds to hide the sun. I hit the sky and start to run. I shape the walls to black the mind. I tie the veins and our hearts, I bind. I close the curtains to darken the room. I move the pictures to rest in their tomb. I broke the glass and it restored. I touch the flames and kiss the sore. I open my wrists and gnaw on the veins. I taste the blood and in it, the pain. I write in words I can't comprDrawing Sounds
The FightMy scream only echoed by the devils laugh, Where was my guardian angel this night? Where was my gun and armor? Not that it would help in this fight.The Fight
The fight against a greater force, A force unseen, untouched, unheard, The force that sneaks up on you, Not whispering a single word.
No warning or sign, No clue is ever left. How do you fight a force like this? How do you compete with death?
You don’t stand a chance, Death is coming and the devil follows. He’ll give you the water, But he won’t let you swallow.
He makes you
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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Corey Brown
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if santa really existed, he would have the testicular fortitude to show himself.
dis is Miguel.
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if santa really existed, he would have the testicular fortitude to show himself.
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