

The WalkI took a walk one evening, An evening crisp and fair. I went to confront my memories and to make peace with them.The Walk
So I walked through long halls Where my past hung as portraits, And the shadows danced along In grotesque plays of my thoughts.
I went to the house of my history, The dwelling of my memories. A small bird fluttered to greet me, A sparrow with wings of glass.
She said "I know why you have come, I know what you want from us. But you see your goal is folly For we do not want peace with you.
"Go on home weary tra


Torni am torn. left and right. up and down. i know not wat i am doing, i know not wat i did, and i know not what i am supposed to do. my path is crooked. where should i go from here. the way is gone, it is covered, it is deserted. love has lost itself, swirling down into nothingness, into the abyss that is death. into the abyss that is life. my way has gone, and i know not what to do.Torn


sandsaddened hearts are torn, through the blackened torment, one always knows, two are out, three are gone, but the clock of death ticks on, the clock of death ticks on. the sands of which it is, slowly pass away, the sands of death, the sands of life, the sands of which we're made, are gone so suddenly.sand
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We walk in the dark places no others will enter. We stand on the bridge and no one may pass. We live for the one. We die for the one.
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We walk in the dark places no others will enter. We stand on the bridge and no one may pass. We live for the one. We die for the one.
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