WHAT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN
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~I have been urged to, and have decided to post all of my lyrics for both my former band, Filth Industry and my current band, Throe Vein. I didn't know if I would at first, but since they are essentially poetry and journal entries...here they are.
The following are entries that I made in my journal a few years ago. They deserve to be read. |
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i gave you everything - in return for nothing |
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without lungs i cry out to you |
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oh blindness, to truly see. what is beyond the curtain of pain? the bleak wilderness that expands itself before me is both known and feared. the fact that i now drown in my fears, my desires, my pragmatic dreams, my illusive fantasy world that constantly tells me that love is eternal, and beauty is the measure of worldy worth and faithfulness is the same fact that brings out the terrible nature of the self-destructing demon that longs only to chide itself throught the negating process of self-denial and misplaced feelings and emotions that define themselves as love |
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to the one who knows me without the limitations of human nature: if you were the sun, i would be the east. if you were the voice, i would be the music. my soul bared to the one who won't betray - my mind opened to the point of personal realization - only this time not mine. yours is the voice that stalls the time of my existence on earth. love for who you are comes easy because you are only me with a different face, set of eyes, mouth. without you i would end, like a terrible story with no finale. incomplete. offer up my insecurities only to feel the empty of myself swallowed by your unconditional embrace. i love you for making me the one i can stomach while the reflection offers no lies. the true me, the true you - what makes me completely me |
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the recklessness of numbing reality begins to take over the routine of complacency and self-doubt. |
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