#mostly original

I'm calling this And So They Go Unanswered btw

    Do you think,     that one day;     when this too has passed,     and happiness grows anew,     these words will leave their page;     and scatter across my skies?     These volatile moments,     and fragmented pieces,     will wash up, on the shore,     somewhere;     in the mausoleum of my mind;     and tell their story…     to the sand? but i don't make it easy, so i crossed out every syllable, every letter, every echo and burnt the letters: read the ashes, (lick the ashes). beg for tomorrow’s gleam, but oh, my ruined crypts, the whole room, it lit with pleas dear god, please, singing this sin.     Do you think,     that one day;     when this too has passed,        and happiness grows anew,     my heart will leave its cage;     and batter past your lies?     These transient days,     And broken pieces     black on my scars, and more;     on a crumbling shore     ashes in the air -     In the crypt of my mind     they tell of their doings...         in the end?

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http://a-stoned-rose.tumblr.com/post/29330300071/battle-scars http://mykingsinthebackrow.tumblr.com/post/33732484880/i-crossed-out-every-syllable-every-letter-and

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And everything else you can assume I made the (horrendous) changes to. =)