Each time you break me, my heart grows fonder. These passions inside yearn for your ways. Nothing more needs to be proven to me. Bury your fist in my chest, and rip out this plague. Revitalize this life within. Eradicate . . .
let's not let the sun go down . . .
refusing to identify with the pattern of life. out of the state of my mind but in the blanket of my heart, i find rest. it is not i that i have found. i’m a man and who am i. like waves imprinting on the sand so yo . . .
refusing to identify with the pattern of life.out of the state of my mind but in the blanket of my heart, i find rest.it is not i that i have found.i’m a man and who am i.like waves imprinting on the sand so your . . .
Quiet this night and open these eyes. I find myself lost in the shuffle. This breath of life is getting complicated, and my mind has shut down. This rope's end is harder to hold. I'm at the point of surrender, but I can' . . .
Thread the needle, for this cut is deep. You can wipe the blood away, but it still stains our skin. Nothing lost other than a fragment of strength, but we will reside. Over and over again we took this verbal homicidal at . . .
let’s not let the sun go down.to me, tonight is like a farewell from a silent yet beautiful dream.why do I have to run away?i want to stay with You.i don’t seem to want to understand.it is so cold inside th . . .
this moment will bring us there as we drink from each other’s eyes.as i slip further into a tranquil time of abandonment,i find that it would be a relinquished dream not to stay.within my buried heart there is a f . . .
we serve god in the image that we have painted.honor and reverence has been filtered through the sifter of our minds.cultural influenced thinkingand misspoken word have distorted the truth.so many times we have taken a p . . .
I see them coming, in one door and out another. They sit and watch your slick hair and shiny shoes. You may have a golden tongue, but your offers are hopeless. We have seen this all before. Give me more. Give me more. It . . .
This methodology has tied you down. Walking the fine line. This line has become your threshold, a strategic inflection point between the truth and religious entanglement. Discernment has been lost in translation due to p . . .
no windows in this room,yet there is a shadow that has fallen over this bleeding heart.it has fallen to sweep me off this tattered groundthat i have memorized with my hands.each crack has been a tailored picture of this . . .
there is much to be gained from the disregarded ways of the past.how futile we have been in our new ideologies.fighting against what we have become.burying us a under a cloak of religion.collapsing fragments of life have . . .
Your eyes pierce right through me, unveiling the hidden elusiveness within. These patterns you witness have become my crutch. Your eyes are your ammunition. Your gaze is killing me. A substantial blood loss that is not m . . .
your face has cascaded down like leaves in autumn's sequence.i see you have grown fainthearted,famished by the quotidian succession.the savor of the vine has left your tongue of communion,for your wineskin has not been p . . .
You try to allure us in scarlet. A killing time for the disposable and deceived. From this cup is the blood tainted by the formation of depravity. Dieting on our new wine. What a mystery you have become. Captivating us b . . .
Perverted by her beauty, enticed by her charm. Come again. Come again to the cup of blood. Deception comes in a form of another. Come again to the cup of blood. Dripping from your lips is the new doctrine. Don't turn awa . . .
I lost my faith in the fire. This storm is unrelenting. These flames have scorced the earth and scarred my soul. This self-hatred bored wounds deeper and deeper. Who will save me now? Is all hope lost? This storm has ext . . .
in the deepest solitude there is a road. . . .
these blue skies have turned grey.our years have long departed.the only thing we have left are memories.to you she has already walked away.will we ever cherish our timeor do we toss like the docks along the ohio.it is sa . . .
Let's wash tonight away down the river of discarded thought, embracing the moment and letting go of every apprehension. Can't tonight be about us? I just want to look into the windows of your soul and get lost in you. I . . .
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