monument

Drowning in the mezzanine, flagrant and vicious, this time I'll light the fuckin' flames myself
A storm inside a bottle, oil and water forced to mix, we watch the sunset burn
The fields are a fire, yet no smoke licks from the flames
Everything becomes mundane, powerful, and peacefully alone
For once, life is simply existing, treating its wounds no more

The air moves with...
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A Testament to Jesus grows a reason to hate
At a time so fragile footsteps are placed in the sands
Inside silver death and euphoric powder
There comes a gasp of life
For unto death brings life; and out of hate will crawl love
Where the sciences preserve
And grow a alongside our imperfections- the steel, the cuts, deadly craftsmanship

The makers of terror become...
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The Grey Areas

A murder of crows scatter high above an open field
Cold air, quaint, not brisk
Warm enough to keep the jacket zipped up
There's solace inside temporary insanity
For once you're not in control
For once you're completely uninhibited

Washing my face in the river
I haven't showered in three days

Clarity seeks those who seek it
Yet it comes to those...
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Sometimes we're picked up merely to be knocked down again...
Sometimes we're knocked down merely to be picked up again...
Sometimes we're simply knocked down
And we don't know how we ever got up again
Sometimes we get up, thinking we'll never get knocked down again
And then sometimes you lock your keys inside the motherfuckin' car
And end up kicking the door with your...
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Friedrich W. Nietzsche believes each individual is living the same life over and over. Nick Bostrom of Oxford University thinks we may be living in a computer simulation. My dad wants me to be happy at whatever I to do. Christians and Muslims think God created the universe. Buddhists believe in reincarnation of each soul. Nihilists don't believe in anything. Matt Freeman of Vancouver doesn't...
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I don't think I've ever identified more with a character than I did with Gosling in Half Nelson. It's weeks after and I still see the mirror, and the music in the background.

(Where I go to discover the happiness in solitude)

Appearing at my most loneliest times
Most comforting when I'm most fragile
In times of lust I dive into her veins and swim freely
Unable to drown yet unable to breath
A walk amongst digital infatuation

Something always fresh; constantly perfect
Untainted through her unassailability
The most beautiful train wreck you'll ever see
The perfect suicide,...
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She Doesn't Want Us Anymore

Down inside this tavern lies a dark secret
Where cigarette smoke once searched this room
The floors have long since stopped creaking
And all the taps have long run dry
All that is left is a museum of dust
A thin surface lining the wood
Telling us a story we will never hear

Outside the grass fights, and looses, with...
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Philosophers' Sin

From the twisted sands of the Venus rivers
To the urban myths of the South Side

She wallows and spells out a gasp
The chemical tread has seeped inside
And laid its cancer
Inside her corners
The slowest suffocation possible

She knows the answers to all of life's questions
But will never live to share them

A young priest stands alone in his...
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