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The engravements of the dunes state who lies here

It is me but the detail is to small to read

I went running into the night only to be rid of you



Now you're here and your'e echoes call into the night

chasing me. sorry i cant answer you



I try to talk but the wind takes my wind and uses them against me.



Your calls soon die they drift away queitly

past the moon and back

the wind whips those words

they sound all distorted to me

nothing at all like you.



Vague and weary I drift between conciousness

Numb with the ache of the retreating world

everything is sin, everything is a lie.



And so I stared when you were only a metre away

I saw your face was not as tainted as it once had been

And it hurt my heart to see that

a dead smile writhing on false pretenses

The feeling you once had a lie too

deep to muster a spill.



Then the fact that you saw me

in your eyes you covered up

You were cold like the night

and fierce like the fire.



Taking these elements you made them your friends

and you whispered low but loud so I knew you were speaking

and to me.

I turned away as the night got colder

and all my fire was gone

only to return every so often as a blaze

It burnt my insides and I stumbled out

feeling hollow. choking on my own blood.



It dribled down my chin and you scowled you disgust

yet when I was perfect your emotions were indifferent

I cant talk to you over the wind

the malice of its blue, like a deadmans flesh

I shiver and scant keeping my empty hollow woe



My hands are placed facing the sky

a sky thats grateful to only some.

You often come and walk to my void side of the hill

Never once will you mention me instead

its of your new hollywood type of life.

But when you speak it seems forced

as if its a little white lie



Sometimes you will come and bend at the clays of my cold life

the clay reminds me I'm dirty and of filth

I'm corruption, I'm lies, sins all in one

You know I feel this way and you like to point the blame

my tears are not mine although

you pretend you believe

they are yours cause you were the one

lost in the storm by the waves

you confused me with the cause

You crossed through flame and hail

Weep, I let you weep and let you go

Obviously you could not find your way home

Now I have lost the soul, the only soul

I have known



(now its bleeding)