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unmasked

The poetry goes to its knees

Just don't want to be forgotten
Melting in dust and sand
If only one tone, one word remains
Can I go in peace

and wait
Pondering all my mistakes
Is this really all in my head
Or am I to wind up dead

You took my soul and twisted shame
People know what they cannot

unmasked

The poetry goes to its knees

Just don't want to be forgotten
Melting in dust and sand
If only one tone, one word remains
Can I go in peace

off as you watch us blast off
That's all, last call
Last call, that's all
Left in the moon dust, just a floating rag doll
See we keep the light lit

let it go  
dust to ashes
nothing lost
just lost baggage
and if I should die before my time
please remember how I used to shine
just a moment in

They say your home is in the sky now
They say you dream among the clouds now
Seldom found the time to be yourself
Your brushes collecting dust

Onto soft dust beneath my toes
Drunken hugs and warmth
Carried by the breeze
Head swimming in golden hues
Drenched in memories
Like leaves they fall onto

Hey brudda, how you been
Are you lost by the wind
Hope you know I wish you the best
Go ahead tell me what's planned next
No candle burns forever, not

the cross
The smell of smoke that came with the wind
And the corners of my eyes were full of dust
And that day I was forced to lose the sight of you
I wake in

categorized by the winds of change.   This season of harvest. c season of transition and letting go.  It embodies the impermanence of nature (the natural

Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople

with me
Ashes to ashes
And Dust to dust
But I'm a Phoenix
Aphrodite
I'm Born from the surf
I Rise from the ash
I fly with fire
Loving deeply
I burn with

journey between
The road and the dust
Everyone have courage
To take the risks
And to open their closed doors
In this night where
Nothing belong to us
We are

the mirror all I see is a cloud of dust   
So I'll drive 
I'll drive 
Until we get it right  

I'm going mach 10 downtown while the wind spits in my face

I do
Spring won’t come around
Frozen in time, the haunting truth
Leaves me down and out

 If someone is out there
If someone can hear
I never tried

back home...||Now! Here!|And everything is real,|Flying like roses in a wind of fire||Open doors, wide|to a new ephemeral light,|lost horizons

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

Mark Ronson

Now That's What I Call Music! 70

2019

heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house,

of a memory

The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In

on Earth
100 Years nothing's left
Of what I did, who I am, all my dreams
Life plans, my family and friends
I just don't understand
Are like dust in the wind

am a ghost in my own lost and found

Where did all the years blow by?
A hurricane of fire and ice 
Devil Winds swept Southern skies
Where did time fly?

Ancient Devil Worshipping

Nattefrost

Blood & Vomit

Cold, cold suicide winds
From the misty mountains
Eternally trapped in this frozen hell
In this grim black forest

Cold winds, cruel winter

on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's

things like I need you and the wind would breeze away
We tell each other you’re the one by the look in our eyes
Yeah yeah yeah

You and I have an invisible

The Cult of Venus Aversa

Cradle of Filth

Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa

2010

more masquerade
In which they worship mass dementia

They came from dust and flame
By the Red Sea on dead shores
fleeing claims of blasphemy