Jon Hark
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Listen When I talk to you.
You should really hear what I've got.
I'm full of an odd wisdom.
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Dark clouds bring storms
Like the human mind brings wars
Born in hate we
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Wrapped in surrounding clouds
Cool mist stuck to my bones
Stole me from wonderlust
A new calm captured me
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Little pictures of lightning crashing thunder in my head. I lie and tell myself I can be a better man. If only, if only to earn holding your hand
Let this rain wash me of my sins, and come pounding down though the prayers of my friends.
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As the sky cried its tears of blood.
The dirt below my head washed me away.
The one last kiss that would never bleed.
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I'm in need of inspiration
I look at faded colors all day
Where do the lines meet
How will the outcome matter
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I feel like I'm drowning in apathy. I'm just kinda drifting, lost in my own world without direction. Contentment is out of hand, and I seek for I know not.
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When I look at myself
all I think bout's my hell.
and i see my memories
flood around and burn me,
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Locked up inside, no one wants me out
can't understand the understood but insanity is my bible
life is a lie, unless you know how to live.
you are a lie unless you know who you are.
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Never follow me
The places I go
Cold and burning
Place of hate and hope
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The end is mine, mine alone
It will come swift
Death I do own
I become a myth
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</>I'm in love with Tink
All my heart is hers
She doesn’t know how much I love her
But I know She’s felt the pain I feel
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You’re disgusted of the filth that is me, I know
I’ll take my heart right out of me
The pain will never show
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Pray For Prayer
Listen When I talk to you.
You should really hear what I've got.
I'm full of an odd wisdom.
So tell me something I'm not.
Some things I cannot Forget.
It doesn't matter how hard.
Your words hit me
as in a way I can't perceive.
Then maybe I won't still believe
in things that bleed.
Just like you and he were
and myself, and we.
We're happy, I guess
you were as me.
However, what I've got is.
A better day
Then you've ever had
than I've forever known.
But thank you
for breaking me.
And for tearing my
old ways out of that
Freaking box, that's dead
and now is gone.
But as always, I'm still
simply laying totally still.
Feeling very ill. in a chilling
manner that's killing.
My inner childs
kidding spirit
Hope is mirrored in
cloudy skies
pierced by mine
only eyes, I did have.
Now I'm here
your gone.
End of the something
beginning of my anointing
atonement.
Is what I'm simply left with.
I'm left simply with
redundancy, and I pray for prayer.
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