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Architectual Demise

Contributed by rhei76 on Thursday, 22nd February 2007 @ 01:46:10 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

My eyes don't scream
My lines don't rhyme
My life isn't a sign of the world
The world is a sign of my life
An architectual demise

The sun didn't rise
On the day I was born
That star hid from the skies
Twisted all yet to burn
And then I arrived

For three days it was dark
Like consciousness was stuck in my eyes
I think I was blinded by the light
I don't know for sure
But that was the start of my demise

I just went on
Everyday
Listening to the mundane
Quiet as a machine
I anticipate the demise

My architectual
Unsun rise
Has arrived
To see fit
For my demise

One second ever closer
Thirty years down the line
Every minute all the lesser
To color those ecxess in my eyes
dedicated to the lies

In this artifical surprise
In this
In this
Artifical surprise

Maybe it's my first time
Maybe I just feel out of tune
No harmony
No sufficant reason to believe
This is my last time

Maybe I broke before I was concieved
Maybe time swore onto me
This wouldn't be a time for me to be free
All consumed in the thoughts of me
Can't erase the ecxess from my eyes

All my preccious life
Has been drawn by an architect
leading me to my demise

No sunshine
No darkness
Just the pleroma
No thoughts
Of life

No more secrets or surprise

Copyright © rhei76 ... [ 2007-02-22 13:46:10]
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Re: Architectual Demise (User Rating: 1 )
by myheartsvoice on Thursday, 22nd February 2007 @ 06:28:57 PM AEST
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An excellent title a fascinating concept in fact. A most perfect continuity in accordance with the words and yet all is intact so as not to lose or distract from the meaning of the
peice. " My life isn't a sign of the world
The world is a sign of my life An architectual demise " Awesom lines.

myheartsvoice

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