A Movement Of Old News

by -Ghostship Fidelity-   Feb 20, 2006


Move me or stand
In the way of a moving train
Oh we are going to see red
Just carry me home
Carry me home
Lay me in the bed of corpses
That I kept in my closet
Stock piled from all my lonely years
The shortage came just a few months ago
When I ran out of victims
No jealousy to rip away
I can breath when it's etched away
I'm breathing finally
So many pills from your lips
I think I'll be in this daze until the sun explodes
Will the sun explode?
Into a thousand shards of empathy
For all the souls it's devouring
Whispering,
"Be at peace
Be at peace,
This is for the sake of your selves"
What a day it will be
When love dies in a fiery explosion
So many forevers from now
So many nevers from here
Oh time, you've become so clever
Keeping away these days of genocide
Thank you!
You have my thousand words of gratitude

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