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The middle of the night
With the light of twelve burning candles
Burning bright in the street
Of the burdened hope and scandal
The bandit blade of life moves in tandem
With the motion of our feet
Stepping slowly through pain in the bitter sleet
In the rain of the blame that falls on the shoulders of generations
Degredation breaking through dark relations that
cannot be solved with evacuation routes
We cannot get out
We simply cannot get out
Trapped in a cube filling fast with our doubt, it seems
We cannot escape to the street where we sleep
Everyone is lost within our azure dreams.
Close your eyes, the blue evades you
The swirling mist of life detains you
Shut your eyes tight, see the end
The azure dream's around the bend
Dreams of blue and dreams of roads
Of burning highs and sinking lows
The azure dream will take us all
When we turn away from the windows
Dreams of water, dreams of ice
Dreams of things to think of twice
Every knife has its own rusted, dusty side
The twelve candles are out, the glitter
Fades into the night, the light
Once ensured goes out without fight
And so the street leading into
The pain of the day's relent
Our sleep is heaven sent
Dulled with fabric culled from soul
We will never be alone
But we flow into the means
We come alive in azure dreams
September 10 2005, 20:35:12 UTC 6 years ago
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That's a nice poem you got going there. ^_^