| As I peer evidence of got spills in. |


Collection of liesTo The SeaCollection of lies
You spread
deep in my mind
Like pure black ink in clear water
Until nothings left Everything from your uncanny eye
To your opal rings
That worried look you give me Now sickens me
you've made your mark
On the surface of my sanity
The warden doesn't know
Its all about the cycles
Of the waxing moons And fleeting heart
He isn't that perceptive
But its written on your arm Girl you've been my ruin Its your deceit that's hurting me
But the truth is darling
One song still rings


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Its been foretold In ink and blood Soil and flame that She shall breath Water hard. Only a ring will breath life For her again. The ever so lost Will find her Place at the beginning Free from the dueling grip Of loneliness. The leo lioness had names my kin All wrong poor Guy. The ghost of writing Carries on baffling me It just wont leave Me alone Don't give in to The voice that Sits raging inside You head. Keep asking that Man in the half Lit mirror why he keeps on sl


GodsGods The coastline flames out Spit golden wax on your skin Broke your lies like shells Soft yet cracked Up and down Her baby soft Legs to her wet Spot in between Hot as my one hitter My touch is met with blisters Its something you Only Knew And you were a God insideGods


Only whenOnly whenOnly when
Its only when Im dead that Ill understand how something like emptiness can grow and its only when youre gone for good I can grasp those concepts of the cosmos also the true weight of my heart Until that time Forgetting all those spoken lies will be harder To forget that feeling between my heart, behind my lungs, above my stomach will be a challenge I identify, and absorb your will permanently it shakes me passionately Those bedroom brown eyes befriend my own and now Taking my sound to the heaven will be like putting you away My lovely lo
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With love, always.
-Vincent
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With love, always.
-Vincent
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"We are are the artists. Even if it means just living life."
-epione
"Let each man exercise the art he knows." -Aristophanes
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With love, always.
-Vincent
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