Cannae
A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated...
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Methods of self preservation, survival doesn't adhere to the weak Revenge sounds good as a motive Each of us live our own timeline There's no way to escape Decorate your own paper savior, Forgives you...
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One out of a million, they don't see me. I am to this world as a raindrop is to your forehead. Suppressed only by myself. I need to let me out, out of the sky falling. Time and mind seperated only by...
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Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess it's proclaimed to be over the representation...
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Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses. Crawling themselves...
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In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with no chance, earth wisked away by winds of...
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