Senses Eternal

September 27, 2012
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Write me a poem or sing me a story
I don't really care how it goes.
Bring me a song to find me the morning
Allow me to fade it away.

Run from your fears or hide from your fable
Throw all your wishes away.
Take what you need and leave when you're able
Letting your secrets to stay.

Hear with your voice, for the chimes come to-morrow,
When if they do come at all
And wearing your soul with the fate of the stars
Open your arms to let borrow.

Now unwrap your guilt, your pain and your past
Pity is never a goal.
Love not yourself but believe nothing more,
You'll burn at the heart of the coal.

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