Night watch the breathing and the eyes locked in dreaming,
your emotions are teeming through your bloodline and your feelings.
Believing there is something there is just a deception,
verbal aggression can contain only a fragment of this lesson.
Where'd the clear skies and rainbows wander off to?
All I see are shady grays and cloudy shades of blue.
The second step you take is the second level of mistake,
your subconscious will haunt you sometimes even when you're awake.
The air is cold,
you feel it,
the devil's hold is made of pure wit.
The wind picks up, your muscles constrict a bit just to believe it.
Now it's cold snow,
your dress is cut a bit low,
the leather from the winter boots scratch from the knee tip to the toe.
There's trees, but they are barren.
There's hope, it's what you're wearing,
a small silver locket with a lock you can't keep from staring,
it burns into your skin so hot you've found yourself slightly swearing.
Now your feet have made the motions through the trees still slightly frozen,
your eyes fill up with tears but you don't feel fear cause nothing's here.
Or is there nothing here?
Are you running from what's near?
Or are you trying to find a place where you can finally disappear?
There's a clearing up ahead that guarantees understanding of the where, who and when.
Now it's all grass and sunshine,
but the coldness still lingers.
You move to turn around but then your shoulder meets cold fingers.
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Canvas skin bare and highlighted.
Porcelain, inspected then indited.
Given to the finest artist to paint away on.
She's your ultimate piece of paper,
she's the singer of your favorite song.
Now sing along,
smear upon the skin a solid sun tan,
bright pink tulips bursting up from piles of sand.
Now sullen the colors,
except for the eyes,
make them sparkle like diamonds held in infinitely sunny skies.
The lips must be made to daydream upon,
a lingering color for them to lean on,
lust after and feed on.
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I had a message but someone already read it.
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Nightmares of kind stares and smiles seem to taunt me.
Reality is a steep slope, you'd better be wary of an off knee.
Off key,
a melody is sedated and played in a way the darkness couldn't be debated,
the songstress has turned into the mess she once stated.
Variations in the vocals make you sleepy,
you force your eyes open but now you're sleeping deeply.
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