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The Last Recognition
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 01:45:03 AM in AEST
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i'm sifting through the embers
the last recognition of our trust
hands scarlet and simple
forever stained by our lust
i'm wiping away a shillouette
a fear of seasons past
i'm erasing all your figures
the lifetime we swore would last
when crushed i found my comfort
my gentle solace and relief
i found it in your loving arms
your lies and all your belief
relive this moment eternal
my knees bowed at the hearth
my fingers frail and vile
wrists scarred with our own hurt
your promises are embers
i burned them in the fire
i held the peices of my heart
i gave up my desire
life is now a pulse
a recognition of breathing
and when i look in the mirror
i see the peice of *****
you're leaving
i'm falling apart at the seams
someone sew me together
i'm losing sight of the means
and the end is what you justify
when you said good bye
ash smeared on my face
a frail and desolate figure
emaciated and disgraced
looking for someone to deliver
to deliver me
what is all this pain
my arms over the fire
the blaze a sudden gain
of a moment that was meant for a liar
we're falling apart at the seam
i'm losing sight what does this mean
the end was never justified
when you said good bye you lied
we're immortal
we're immortal
flesh that burns and melts
the simple disease
the scars and the welts
we're immortal
we're immortal
i'm sifting through the embers
the last recognition of our trust
hands scarlet and simple
forever stained by our lust
i'm wiping away a shillouette
a fear of seasons past
i'm erasing all your figures
the lifetime we swore would last
when crushed i found my comfort
my gentle solace and relief
i found it in your loving arms
your lies and all your belief
relive this moment eternal
my knees bowed at the hearth
my fingers frail and vile
wrists scarred with our own hurt
your promises are embers
i burned them in the fire
i held the peices of my heart
i gave up my desire
life is now a pulse
a recognition of breathing
and when i look in the mirror
i see the peice of *****
you're leaving
i'm falling apart at the seams
someone sew me together
i'm losing sight of the means
and the end is what you justify
when you said good bye
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Re: The Last Recognition
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Thursday, 25th August 2005 @ 03:26:38 AM AEST
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this is an amazing write, keep up the good work.
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