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Isle Born by Tears: Take TwoIsle Born by Tears: Take Two by ~Sobre
So sweetly the crowd utters the word of "cry".
They who know too well of this act.
Open arms for the souls long gone
But bound by their torment to a plain.
Enveloped in the hand of time
And safe from His corrosion,
It welcomes broken hearts with hungry teeth.
Flooded by the refugees of life's trifles,
It marks their number on the crowns they weave.
Its winds arrive on albatross,
Oh, what a sight it is!
Inhabitants all dressed so mourn,
Salty scents to fill the air.
Enchanted eyes regard the rain;
They cannot see beyond its curtain.
As it cascades from above to below
To quench the isles' screaming mouth,
Those trapped here
FinesI dream in greatness, without regret or despare.Fines by ~Sobre
I see the world as I wish I could live it, and I refuse the realities before me.
There are no wrongs or rights in my eyes, only the blurry lines in-between that run like make-up in the rain.
The strike of a hand on a cheek is never louder than the silence that follows the bang of a bullet.
When someone bleeds, I see them as they must be--whole, lost, and welcoming the discrepancies of the new day.
I fall through the existential cracks like a dime in a drain's grate.
My fist will break down the dreams of the air I breathe in, and every day I grow stronger and weaker in both rhythm and powe
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