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monday, friday

By , Gray, ME
yesterday is when we lived,
and tomorrow's when we die
today is just the space between
the loving and the lies

these white room walls are
insecure and as barren as my mind
these white room walls are
insecure and fragile you will find
this isn't pure and we just
hide from original design

yesterday is what we had,
and tomorrow's what we need
today is just the king of want
and the queen of human greed

we live in moments black and white
the grayscale where we hide
we live in moments valueless
and with depravity derive
a love a loss a loss a love
a lament of the times

yesterday's our memory,
tomorrow is my dream
today I wait for every day
and they're bleaker than they seem

i hate to hate and hate to hate
but hate is what makes sense
when we wage our holy wars
the hate is evident
i have no hallelujah
for the god-damned heaven sent

yesterday was yesterday
and tomorrow still might come
but today's today is a broken day
and setting with the sun
i still want to rise again
but will i rise for anyone?
i still might want to rise again
but will i shine for anyone?
one day i might just shine again
but will i rise for anyone?





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TNT25 said...
May 26, 2010 at 6:18 pm
i like it. it's interesting.
 
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