

RamblingWhere is the sense in this? Just going through the motions, declaring emotions, when in reality my heart was left behind. One more sentence to add to the story, a tired old tale thats been spun to the time of a ticking clock, a metronome that waits for no man. How many years will it take? How many times will a scent trigger whats meant to be silent, whats meant to be forgotten a promise buried in an empty casket, a love marred and scarred and burned. Obsession is an art form, perfected in the lonely nights spent waiting by a silent phone. I cant reRambling


Death of a Lost BoyHere I am Peter, so take me away To the land of the undying vine Keep me young, keep me whole, and whatever you do Keep me laughing and drunken with wineDeath of a Lost Boy
I need you to come here My bones have turned old I'm stiff and I'm tired And my sight has grown cold
The visions you sent me when I was a boy The ones with the children and Pirates and joy! Let me have them again, I've decided at last To join in the revels and give up my past
Peter don't leave me, I need you to stay Guide my soul to the Lost Boys when night conquers day Second star to the
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