¤{that golden end to the nightmare}¤

Sitting there alone.
Mind matches with a slow pulse.
Hearing sweet revelations
While you wait for something else.
But she never calls.
Almost like it was all a dream.
Then she says her final words.
Greet the morning with a scream.
Need new utopia
Miss that sweet smell.
Freedom.
That feeling of being awake.
Each month it changes.
Different chapter pages.
And they're aging.
Please don't cry.
The paper is very fragile.
Mind matches with a slow pulse.
Hearing sweet revelations
While you wait for something else.
But she never calls.
Almost like it was all a dream.
Then she says her final words.
Greet the morning with a scream.
Need new utopia
Miss that sweet smell.
Freedom.
That feeling of being awake.
Each month it changes.
Different chapter pages.
And they're aging.
Please don't cry.
The paper is very fragile.
<b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>
Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>
Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..
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