

Familiar StreetDarkness falls and crickets sing. A sigh breathed on my neck again. An angel's face I can never forget. Glistening body covered in now cooling sweat. Wind blowing across the hills. Soft grass 'neath my heels. The sound of laughter fills the air. Wine glasses tap one another without a care. A lone teardrop rolls down a soiled cheek as these memories play out and boots pad along cold concreteFamiliar Street


Trumped AcesDo you know What it is like? I dream. Anyone dreams. But of Death To awaken Blood flowing And my reality Not knowing. To see your friends Each and all Close and loved And one by one Watch them fall. No chance,Trumped Aces
No chance for amends What's it like? Alone. Having everything taken, Against my will By a devil's trump hand Despite how I demand. To have, To love, all at once Then taken By no fault of mine. Rather by some, By some fated design. Did you know? Do you know? P
...amen...
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