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dancing with winter
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2004 The coldness outside is a quiet whisper
For all of its branches beat me roughly with their souls
All that is lost can never be recomposed in this ultra space
For each weapon points its trigger at the other
Leaving no mark or recognition
Forever he is lost in this oblivion of things that never were meant to be
When you touch my face I'm burned with agony
Each frame fades into a colorless image
and where there were once borders now only
is distorted edges that never seem to complete any potential shape
He is forever lost in this mystery
as he rips the stiches away from his eyelids
the ebony liquid drains away from what is left of his heart
and seeps out from a place now consumed by a blurry numbness
There are only pieces of oneself that can still be saved
From within the dark alleyways as each soul looses a song
Each bird that lies slain still sings in his soul
There is no imagination in the nonmovement
All that fades away in the end has spun out of control
the mahagony trees fade in and out of season without any thought
The panting sounds that creeps into your mind have no origination
There is no existence, only that which never was
