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-Dark Waters-Dark Waters.
There 's a river going down my street
Following a path where belong boys like me
Along a dark and dusty gutter lies our beat
And all the lightings gone are meant for us to be
Gone our Love, and swept the kindness of your time
When we trade our souls for nothing but a single dime
Heads of girls and tails of rimes, we sweat our own money
As we chained our duty to blond ghosts.... so called honey
Floating from beds to beds without feeling any desire
And burning from girls to girls without tasting the fire
We are half-lifed beasts, bleeding a one damn last alarm
Crying the sight of a sinful age for all the last Romantics
Wasting bodies and minds, when we never mean no arm
Forever lost and still standing of that foolish name...Fantastics.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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