Oct 5, 2009

Eternal Sunshine

Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence dreaming time away. Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence. Recurring memories emerge from the deep of old secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then return to choke you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside there's one place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams are scattered like dust into the winds. Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there was only ever one day but now it's too late.

Anathema, Judgement

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