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We are all dreaming, how the dream changes is dependent on the threads that bind us together. On occasion our threads get tangled and we can no longer see a clear line from A to B, let alone walk it, but then something happens, someone comes into your life or a random event results in something beautiful, and then suddenly the correct string is pulled and we can see that straight line again. The sun grows dark and chaos has come again, strange how darkness and chaos are always seen the same and yet when things are dark chaos cannot be seen and everything is ordered and safe. Life and people are getting so tangled and twisted that no one perso

Books speak of forgiveness They all preach the same But as I walk these empty streets ...stop hurting me... Where no one knows me And no one cares Who will forgive me? ...stop hurting me... But as I walk these empty streets Where no one dares to tread And I hear so many crying in the night ...stop hurting me... And no one wants to know the past Who will forgive them that live behind These glowing windows Yellow jack-o-lantern eyes glaring in darkened houses ...stop hurting me... Cigarette burns and tears on a stained pillow Betrayed by ones so close Fear and anger and sorrow and bewilderment All rain down from above ...st

Dry eyes are crying, Mute throats are screaming, Paralytic questions and answers Freezing all courage and hope. Injustice of every color, Rainbows running red, All the pain of others Drifts rights through your head. The second coming is here, But Jesus Christ is no longer giving bread, Caught in the crossfire Murderers shot him dead. The whole system is fucked, Judges being bribed, Murderers running free While their slaves are being tried. Massacres on the nightly news,, People being shot, For after all a gun can do What our lives cannot. War is being celebrated, While parents sit and cry; Their darling little children a

If only If only The tears of My fears Wouldn’t come Where are they from? A place to far For me to bar The helpless rage On this page Is speaking from another From a dead brother One who died for believing In thieving For his one and only Because if only If only Then these tears Wouldn’t come And then people Wouldn’t hurt, And then people Wouldn’t fear, And then I could speak these words To you.

Concentrate Breathing slowed, listening to the rhythmic respiration, the pounding of her own heart. Concentrate Reaching farther back into the darkness that was slowly consuming her mind. Concentrate Fire leapt and played around her, and she danced for a brief time among the flames before running on, further back into her mind. Concentrate Rain poured down around her, and she danced alongside the lightning and thunder before she ran on. Concentrate Where was it? Past the guardians of flame and water, into the darkness she ran.

So many dead letters dance across So many dead pages dance, The letters into words, meaningless, Unless their ink turn to blood. I won’t be What you want me to be, I won’t ever fucking change, I won’t ever fit in this life that you have envisioned for me, I won’t ever be the you that you never got to be. I have my own mind now, I have my own life now, So you can take back the ones you forced me into. Unlock these chains, Unlock these manacles, Unlock this collar. Let me be free For the first time In Eternity.