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Futility The product of my hand exceedsFutility by ~onesweetpoison
just beyond futility.
Mouth producing all but sense;
back to start, I recommence.
Fight to search and search to find
all of reason, less of rhyme.
And just as I begin to see
blindness sweeps back over me.
Stars keep falling, with clouds I dance
oh, to reveal this sweet romance.
God my friend, man my fiend
I take the time to look beneath.
And just beside the poor and lost
I find the product, though lack in cost.
Once again my hands exceed
much of life--futility.
In My Dreams I hear tiresIn My Dreams by ~onesweetpoison
disturbing the
gravel's sleep
much like thoughts of you
keep me from dreaming.
The door slams,
footsteps ricochet.
There's so much
I'd like to say,
but I can't stop screaming.
Like an alarm,
the bell awakens me.
I kept it all in,
trying not to let my heart bleed
all over the gun in front of me.
I promised you
that I would never leave
but you walked away
forcing me to grieve
for all the chances you never gave to me.
And your lies, your promises,
they still haunt me in my dreams.
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