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<blockquote data-quote="Bhryn Astairre" data-source="post: 2562164">The wheels that move, they only proveThat silence forges the guilt.Darkened eyes can only see, what they see.Soft touches like rain upon bruised lids,Shut out the cold, you have been toldTomorrow can only bring the old.Yesterday became a fantasy, a liabilityTo which no one will ever return.Memories are very nice, that's all they areOr ever will be.Keep inside among the ice, hold down your fear,Drowning.It pulls you under, drowning in those tears.The sun is sinking low on the horizon, it's beenDying down every night.Your thoughts and feelings, still cartwheelingAround and around your empty soul.Grass is green, blood is redAnd every drop comes from your head.Today is a day of changes, deranged isThe one who stands against time.The wheels are burning like the bridges you made,Into the streams of the night.Walk quick and don't fall, yearning to see the sunAgain.It won't rise up, again, see the darkness won.Make up a moment, make up a song thatCan touch upon every hurt nerve.It's like pleasure and pain, you want it all the same,You want to be beaten and used.Scars on a face that has become commonplace,Yet no eye has that obscure pain, it tastes.You yearn to enfold her, secrets told you are equalSo sweet her tones, you yearn for a sequel.White and black chequerboard, scream&nbsp; outTry to hold on.Slipped through your fingers, forgive me my Deus,Gone.The wheels stopped turning, gone as soon as the wind is.Forgive me my Goddess,Repent all my sins.The wheels stopped turning,And so ending, begins.~ Bhryn ~</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bhryn Astairre, post: 2562164"] The wheels that move, they only prove That silence forges the guilt. Darkened eyes can only see, what they see. Soft touches like rain upon bruised lids, Shut out the cold, you have been told Tomorrow can only bring the old. Yesterday became a fantasy, a liability To which no one will ever return. Memories are very nice, that's all they are Or ever will be. Keep inside among the ice, hold down your fear, Drowning. It pulls you under, drowning in those tears. The sun is sinking low on the horizon, it's been Dying down every night. Your thoughts and feelings, still cartwheeling Around and around your empty soul. Grass is green, blood is red And every drop comes from your head. Today is a day of changes, deranged is The one who stands against time. The wheels are burning like the bridges you made, Into the streams of the night. Walk quick and don't fall, yearning to see the sun Again. It won't rise up, again, see the darkness won. Make up a moment, make up a song that Can touch upon every hurt nerve. It's like pleasure and pain, you want it all the same, You want to be beaten and used. Scars on a face that has become commonplace, Yet no eye has that obscure pain, it tastes. You yearn to enfold her, secrets told you are equal So sweet her tones, you yearn for a sequel. White and black chequerboard, scream out Try to hold on. Slipped through your fingers, forgive me my Deus, Gone. The wheels stopped turning, gone as soon as the wind is. Forgive me my Goddess, Repent all my sins. The wheels stopped turning, And so ending, begins. ~ Bhryn ~ [/QUOTE]

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