sunscapethere is a land that oft i see through the filmy haze of sleep in midnight's darkling fantasy a spark of memory to keepsunscape
lest the nightly span declare such whims are that of only sorrow only eclectic haunts of air fearing reality tomorrow
but if fact is but illusion then i admit i am of lies but such is not a grim conclusion it's beauty upon inward eyes
not in reality behold indefinitely absolute a sky of such eternal gold over mountains resolute
over plains and reigning hills soars a light so far and free ove
the direwhy such words for crafting sorrow, pray, tempt the tempest of tomorrow, was it not better when your sins, were swept off with the northern winds, then to lend a blight on inward eyes, i know not rest beneath these skies, i make it known that i know not, all the things this land forgot,the dire
why wish upon a dimmer sun, for roses in a land of none
the field of greed and deathall well in waking in the dew amid the stones of glass and glamour the gray are scattered far and few rising to a hearty clamourthe field of greed and death
these stones, these stones! we wake in riches! such for crafting kingly thrones that glimmer as the sun's light switches
lay in earth the tool and hand for gleaning those which glow naught but sparkles on the land while demons laugh from deep below
as each his own fortune to make eyes a neighbor's find with greed and chances yet that stone to take but not escape unscathed this deed
a battle ove
blahthe sun is crossing over tides yield unto a crystal sphere but this dark october it doesn't want me hereblah
you may say im dreaming but this sand is dead it's true it's too damn cold for sleeping on the horizon born anew
i think there may me somewhere farther off than you dare to go and does the ocean end there or will the world just overflow
there is only one way the walk this glass so lost in motion forget what the scrolls say cuz baby i can bend an ocean
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And I'm Screaming At The Top Of My Lungs Pretending
The Echoes Belong To Someone I Used To Know
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Life has a funny way of biting you in the bum when you're bending over to pick up the pieces.
I didn't know you were into art or anything. xP
Well.. Welcome to DA xD
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I like your photos :3
they're snazzy [ I should stop using that word.. xD ]
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