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DreamsWhat is a dream?
But lights and sounds.
Flashes of noise that leave you blind,
When you come to wake.
What is a dream?
But a heartbeat of regret.
A life lived all in less than a day,
Over all too soon.
What is a dream?
But a story left untold.
A path you cannot tread not now,
What is a dream?
But the vanguard of your life.
For what would be your life,
When in the absence of your dreams?
New AddictionLast night was wonderful,
Though much of it's a blur,
There's a ringing in my ears,
And a foul taste on my tongue
I enjoyed your company,
So when are you coming back?
Don't stay away too long,
I have a feeling you're my new addiction
Is it just me or did we really hit it off?
Hand in hand the whole night through,
Then back to my place for an hour or two,
Spending the night in your cold embrace
Holding you tight you chill my skin,
You smell so fucking good,
Your taste is the only one I want in my mouth,
My lips around you always
The incandescence of your soul is intoxicating,
Your bite is cold and sharp,
No ground can I find between this pleasure and pain,
Never will I let you go
You're small, you're delicate,
But you're the biggest part of me,
The power you have is unreal,
So tell me, when are you coming back,
When are you coming back to me?
Perpetual HeartDarkness creeps between the trees,
Hiding secrets no-one sees,
Clasping tight the ancient song,
Words renowned through ages gone.
Snow it falls from scattered cloud,
Upon the earth a glistening shroud,
Silence fills the branches bowed,
Too afraid to speak aloud.
Fire flies on fleeted foot,
The pass behind has long been shut,
A fear brooding in the gut,
The snow stops crunching underfoot.
Close behind the snowy drifts,
Howling breaks this silent rift,
Within the night she must be swift,
Cradling her untimely gift.
Snowflakes cascade through the air,
Take roost on cloak and in her hair,
As if by fate the night takes care,
Of this most exotic pair.
Child of earth and child of stone,
Sleep in peace and grow your bones,
For its sins the world atones,
To you your fate is yet unknown.
Become yourself a maiden fair,
Of an ethereal soul you are the heir,
As the sound of wing beats fill the air,
Fall not into dark despair.
Follow heart and don't lose face,
O spirit of the utmost grace,
As you da
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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