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Life Starts Without You"I Hate Everything About You",but I always get "Lost In You".
"Over And Over" I "Let You Down",but your the "Bully".
I won't be "Just Like You".
Your "Bitter Taste" will be "Gone Forever",once I "Let It Die".
"Take Me Under" "No More".
I know you were "Born Like This",but "Wake Up"!
We are living in a "World So Cold".
But "Without You" I will "Get Out Alive",
While you're "Scared" at "Home" in your "Time Of Dying".
It's hard to find "Someone Who Cares",but I'd rather be "On My Own".
Though it is "Never Too Late",
It's "Now Or Never" to help this "Animal 'You' Have Become".
"Burn" in a "Riot" for all I care.
"The Good Life" does not include you.
I'm not "Goin' Down" with you,
When you wouldn't for me.
As you "Drown" in your "Pain",
I'll be one the other side.
You are so "Overrated".
I was the "Last To Know",
this is who you really are.
This is the last time you "Break" the "One X".
"It's All Over",because "Life Starts Now".
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciated
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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