#100) The World is Dead

Short were the days of imagination, and precocious the dreams of the modern youth

Rushed along by dark temptations, ruining the floors of old foundations

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So much of little which has been said all comes down to the world is dead

Is rotting in the devil’s bed, and poisoning the scholar’s head

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Long has innocence been denied, as sin to all has been prescribed

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In wickedness their hearts do lie; torn from the tit the babes do cry

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Again, so much of little said pays tribute to the world is dead

Corroding in the devil’s bed, polluting all the scholar’s head

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Lost is their faith and fidelity, forsworn all the rules of morality

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Madness is spread out so far and wide, in every child its roots now abide

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Indeed, so much and little said, gives credence to the world is dead

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Is buried in the devil’s bed, and has destroyed the scholar’s head

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#99) Trapped in Remembrance

You’re unreal, and I am deluded; but yet and still you are mine

And that is all which matters, in this world, at this time

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I can scent the sweetness of you exuding from your every pore, and I daren’t breathe any deeper, for fear I may asphyxiate

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Such a lovely dream is this; I hope to prolong my waking hour a millennium

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For reality has become a mere transitory sham I must tolerate as a prerequisite to you

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How often you chastise me for my partiality, and constantly rebuke my stagnancy

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But I can hardly apologize, as I live only here, in your eyes

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So fair a penance I pay for these moments and the further molestation of your memory

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I never want that cold thing called sensibility to again take hold of me

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I would much rather remain in atrophy with you chained next to me

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So just keep me company as I persist in misery

#98) Beyond Recollection

What am I waiting for, and why am I waiting for it?

Who’s supposed to have come, and why aren’t they here yet?

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What is this hollow space, and why has it become so?

Who else should have been here, and why don’t I know?

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What have I forgotten, and why can’t I remember it?

How come I feel so cold when the air is stuffed with heat?

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Why so many people teeming all about?

What am I still missing? What am I without?

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They said I need to rest and wake up at my best

They said I was a case with such a lonesome face

They said I’m better now, but I just can’t see how

They said I need to rest, and think a little less

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What was here before, and why is it no more?

Why can’t I recall the reasons for this all?

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What’s supposed to be, and why can I not see?

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Who has been and gone, and left me here alone?

#97) Patchwork Prince

Build him up however you like, idealize his manufactured parts

Throw in every aspect your mind can think to desire, and wrap him in a cloak of dreams

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Make him the epitome of all your longing and love him exclusively

As all others continue to fall short of expectation

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Only he can be trusted to hold your faith and never betray

Only he can rescue you from any trap the world may spring

And only he can keep you from falling down, over and over again

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However far you travel, he will stay by your side

However loud you cry, in him you can confide

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However bright you shine, he will keep you burning near

However soft you speak, he will always, always hear

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Endeavor to break him down, for he will never crumble

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Give to him your heart, and know he will not fumble

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Polish his mounds of pieces, and make his edges smooth

Assemble a handsome face with a smile one can’t refuse

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Characterize him noble, resplendent and refined

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Unveil the patchwork prince, perfection you’ve designed

#96) My Contagion

You’ve clogged up my heart and put a road block between my head and my senses

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I feel uncertain of anything and dazed to the point of swaying at the slightest touch

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My entire world is distorted through the lens of your cloudy eyes

And I ache to grab hold of some firm thing to keep from falling apart

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Dear heaven, how you wound, with clumsy words and bashful smiles

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I pray that you will have some mercy on my blemished, battered soul

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You’re like a gleaming pearl, tucked beneath a rose

Beauty upon beauty is all the make of you

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A more-so cautious one would search you for your thorns

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But I am one content to bleed within your arms

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Dear heaven, how you salve, with poisons sweet and sure

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You are a rare disease for which I’ll take no cure

#95) If You Can

If you can speak, then you can sing

If you can sleep then you will dream

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If you can love, then you can cry; if you can wish, then you will fly

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If you can walk, or even crawl, then you can climb that stony wall

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If you can hurt, then you can feel, and all your scars will slowly heal

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If you can live, then you can breathe, and you can rise up off your knees

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If you can fall, then you can stand, over the world placed in your hand

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If you can see, your mind is free, and you can cross that boundary

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If you can move, then you can run, beyond that distant setting sun

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If you can be, then yes you are, and every risk will take you far

#94) Blindly Be-Loved

You cater to me senselessly, and indulge me in my whimsies

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You crave the rotten heart of me like some gourmet luxury

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A fool you are to cling to me, accepting my indecency

A fool I am to let you be, aiding my declivity

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You soothe my greed, fulfill my need; my impure thoughts, you’re quick to read

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I use, abuse your loyalty, and goad you on obsessively

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Deceitful smiles I give to you, I know that you can see right through

The truths I’ve buried sacredly, rise up as you discover me

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This wretched role I have you play, pours sunlight on my darkest day

Those honest words I wish to say, your lips devour, snatch away

#93) Come Forth

I’ll sew you a dream and unravel your reality; I’ll trace the legions of stars against your skin

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I’ll cut through the fabric of time and weave together threads of new and ancient glory

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At your fingertips will spread the variegated web of lore

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Before your eyes a feast of delusions shall be laid out

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Come forth ye children of wonder, ye lost and lunatic

Liberate yourselves of logic, of reason and restraint

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I’ll mold for you castles of gold inlaid stones, of crushed diamond windows and billowing flags

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I’ll tame for you dragons, and slay for you serpents

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I’ll give you dark knights and magical moons

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Come forth ye valiant, ye restless and romantic

Renounce the world and all of its real

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I’ll sew you a dream of visions unseen

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Come forth weary nomad, I’ll make you a king

#92) Balderdash

Upon my roof the rain did splash, as thunder shook the window glass

Within my head my morals clashed, as my heart whispered balderdash

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On its hook the phone did ring, and in my ears a voice did sing

In my mouth my teeth did gnash, as your lips fashioned balderdash

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Through the mirror on the wall, I saw you standing proud and tall

Your footsteps rose and fell too fast, as I ignored such balderdash

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Under skin my bones did quake; beneath your arms my shoulders ached

The heat fogged up the mirror glass, as you promised sweet balderdash

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Across the sky white lightning flashed, and then I heard a deafening crash

I wondered I should be the last, to take for granted balderdash

#91) Pillow Talk

I want a love like a pillow, something I can dive headlong into and not be afraid to fall back on

I want a love like a pillow, something soft I can rub my cheek on and firm enough to support my back

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I want a love like a pillow, something shock absorbent and comforting to soak up all my tears

I want a love like a pillow, something I can punch and throw around but never break

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I want a love like a pillow, something I can wrap my arms around at night and never let go

I want a love like a pillow, something everlasting, quick to heat up, and cool beneath the skin

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I want a love like a pillow, something I can rely on no matter what at the end of a hard day

I want a love like a pillow, something I can lay all my dreams on

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I want a love like a pillow, something extra ordinary I can take with me wherever I may go

I want a love like a pillow, something simple and honest

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I want a love like a pillow, easily missed and impossible to do without