(Written & formatted by Christian J. Clark. 2012) |
Friday, February 17, 2012
Monochrome
Labels:
acorns,
alliteration,
change,
eyes,
hurt,
love,
memories,
pain,
perception,
poetry,
regret,
shame,
Vincent Van Gogh
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Substance
They say that sin is how you get in
Who knew it would be my escape?
I'll shed this skin and leave it behind
I'm coming home to claim my fate
I'm not a failure if I fail to quit
Hidden deep behind the veil
Vapor vexed in winter winds
Ignorance is a chosen cell
It's easy getting into Hell
Getting out's a different story
I have my ticket, I'm leaving now
I'm coming home to claim my glory
Fearing shadows we face the sun
Torrential rain drops build the flood
You can't erase these burning feelings
These veins do flow with ink, not blood
Who knew it would be my escape?
I'll shed this skin and leave it behind
I'm coming home to claim my fate
I'm not a failure if I fail to quit
Hidden deep behind the veil
Vapor vexed in winter winds
Ignorance is a chosen cell
It's easy getting into Hell
Getting out's a different story
I have my ticket, I'm leaving now
I'm coming home to claim my glory
Fearing shadows we face the sun
Torrential rain drops build the flood
You can't erase these burning feelings
These veins do flow with ink, not blood
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