

The Finish will DominoI Question the bodys emotionThe Finish will Domino
Day so dark without my potion
Confusion restrains my fine perception
Mined is lost through profound depression
Companies sense missing Parents
Wont miss me
No solitary personality will remember my temperament So I reveal my minds sensation
My worlds demise, a expectation
We commit to memory, a man who lost hopefulness
Guardians loved
Associates miss cheerfulness
We hope he could notice our mentality arrangement
A death has now restrained social engagement
The ma


The Garden of AdorationSpacious section of a field lengthenedThe Garden of Adoration
So thoughtful my mind restrengthened
We are gathered to the garden of sensation Shot with worship
Never will I feel aggravation
I adore the gardens atmosphere divinity
Oh sensation of loving collectively
Please join me again in the garden of worship
Lie serenely on my lap and watch the skys notion
Stars so bright to create a day Still feel night
Your sight
Our escape
We glide into spirituality admiration
And feel connected through matching sensation
We are ready to accel


THCSpiralling noise of the lost mindTHC
I am levelled I can sense the time
Poring vibrations around my neck
I couldnt feel a wakefulness wreck
Head raised Hands down
Blow
Giggle
I feel the smoke run past my blood
Contentment enters the flow
I begin to feel a sensual flood
No voice herd but intellect Will my eyes began to intercept
Object locket and standing by to be memorised
Minds a wonder ready for hypnotise
This is it
This moments excavation
My head shifts back towards


Hindley StreetOh dying mind of cowardly rageHindley Street
So eager for a crusade
Clenched thoughts and hands racing
The night so drunk and temper is pacing
Head so full of arrogant thought
Paranoid mind drug taught Fiddled fingers
Eager for blood
Spontaneity No chance for a victim run
No patients for the slow As he stands the club row
Move!
Shut up! Blood curdling blow
Adrenaline taking peek
Anger at heat
Ear-piercing panic of the night crowd Yet so normal for the Hindley street round


Gonesuch little left in life, these days. nothing to get me out of bed into this hatesome world of my own.Gone
such little left in me, these days. nothing touches me or comes close. desensitised to sensation, numb. no-longer cares.
such little left in me, these days. nothing i want or hope for. all that I don't, I cope, for I've no desire even to die.
such little left in the world, these days. at least nothing new to me. nothing to make me change, revise past certainties and answers.
history repeats itself, life demea
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