Kiy Anu

I said I'd live forever
Thought this to be cunning, apt, and clever
And on lonely hills I met a man
From there my endless life began
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From a flower blooms a bud
Emotions drowning in the flood
A silver charm cast away
An eye for an eye you must pay
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There once was an angel named Heather
She lost her wings, she lost her feather
She lost her love, she lost her life
She lost her way and fell to strife
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Waiting to die
Wanting to cry
Knowing that all of life was a lie
They criticized
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Helpless Laughter
Pierces like the thorn
At brink of dawn
All is forlorn
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Woe is me woe is me
Chanting into silence my sililoquy
Chanting to the stars
I watch the night that's veiled my bars
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A storm raged through
A sky forever blue
What we saw before
We shall see no more
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Before I could Talk
To the River I would walk
There in the water I'd dive
Everyday when I was alive
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Dark, cold, alone she waits
Watching waiting for open gates
And there she did sit
Whilst the lanterns were lit
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I am dark as the night
I feed on fear and live for fright
I am the chill that runs down your spine
You can't excape me once your mine
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How often do you gaze apon the weary thread of fate?
How often do you wonder, hope your not to late?
Is it but a dream, this world that we live?
Is it far to late, this heart to you I give?
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Fate has me thinking about it quite a lot
I know in life you don't always take the shot
But I know when love is true
Because I felt it about you
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I like to think I'm a good writer but I don't know for sure
All the words that I write well they're all just a blur
I never understand all the stuff that I say
Any words that I speak well they sound like decay
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It's harder and harder for me to survive
Everyday I wonder, why am I alive?
Why am I here, when she is not?
Why do I live, while I let her rot?
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I'm tired of this thing that we call life
So filled with pain, overflowing strife
I want a way to end it all
But all that I think to do is to stall
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Words slaved to place in verse so
cleverly construed as fake,
these words will forever remain an
untold cursed mistake.
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With early morn comes the dew
That dances along gentle petals
Perchance you'll see it at least once
And revel in its beauty
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How can one express a thought
One as dull and boring as the one I've got
How can one tell the world how they feel
When the world only see's what's on their peel
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There is an empty place where my heart should be
A hollow inside no one else can see
I spend my nights all alone
Crying inside is a constant drone
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