Michael Buchanan

Why is everything different,
why is nothing ever the same,
why does everything always fall apart,
why do we have to blame.
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lay down my sweet child
On the dew covered grass.
The final moments,
The last of all breaths to breath
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You lay eyes open in your bed, time is 3 in the morning yet sleep is no where to be found, for the death that is so close keeps you awake and keeps you in fear of the presence of this power of this darkness only one thing is for certain death has come.

Nobody can know why, or know how, to get death to come or go, . There is no performance there is no show, everybody is so scared that if they live like they are dying then they really will die, but death is an intitiy just meant to scare us all for he comes tonight.
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Everyday i wake up hoping for a new start, but you dont understand how much you hurt me and how much farther you push down the blade laying on my wrist, waiting for that release of built up pain and suffering. Why can't you understand the pain you cause?

Everybody looks at me like i am wrong, all because i dont belong with the world that hates, the one that discriminates me for being me, hates me because i am what i have to be. hates me because they know that i cant hide behind a shield and have faced it all head on. Oh, why can'tyou understand the closer you push me to hell?
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Death is the feeling of sorrow,
the first star in the sky
coming to get us in the night,
feeling of fright,
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Where is the missing key to the missing puzzle
. why cant you see,
the missing peaces in me,
where are they all at
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Here i am right in front of you,
Cant you see me,
Am i here at all,
or am i missing,
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