| The Dark |
[06 Aug 2006|01:33am] |
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music |
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The Small Print - Muse |
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The bruises have begun to heal,
Pressing my fingers into them the pain returns,
I revisit the passion that created them,
The degredation of my soul,
My finnal moral coruption,
For passion I gave up faith,
My finnal lesson has been learned,
No longer can I pass swift judgement on sinners,
For I am among them completely now,
My eyes fall on the furrows in my flesh,
The desire surges up again,
Realizing she will not return,
I lie broken on the bed,
Waiting for sleep.
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