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Come escape with me
To a place where the blind can see

Where poverty and sickness does not exist
A life that you can see, just come follow me

Where everything is beautiful
Where everybody loves you

I will take you higher to a place
To this place where love is free

Filled with golden streams
and silver green trees

When looking into the skies
Brings only tears of joy

Where the sun beams only happiness
And the birds sing love songs that last forever

Where rainbows are real, with gold filled pots
Where a shooting star's grants your every wish

When it rain's, it only rain's drops of love
Where heart's are filled with compassion

A place where you will never know
Sadness, sorrow or grief

A world that needs no shelter
 Mar 2015 SummertimeLace
Skylar
[Dead. It's all dead.]
____

The world lies frozen
At our feet.
Rusted monoliths
Stand watch.

The bones lie scattered
In the street.
Wrapped in burnt,
Decaying cloth.

Air echoes with
A deathly peace.
The empty roads
Are long un-crossed.

As we walk on,
Instruments scream:
"There's danger here,
Please don't proceed."

Nothing's here but
These machines,
Screaming signals
To our feeds.

On this harsh day,
Lonely shadows play:
The watermarks
Of a forgotten age.

Glowing decay
And burnt-out plague.
And mysterious vaults
Locked fore'r away.
Dear Music

thank you for being a friend
thank you for being there when my world was at an end
thank you for being the ultimate antidepressant
thank you for saving me from myself because I'm my own worst enemy

there's a lot I could thank music for, like giving me confidence when I walked through a door
or blocking out people in the morning on the bus
thank you music, for being there for all of us
the endless
river of thought

it is I
the moss
rusting over
infinity
 Mar 2015 SummertimeLace
A
familiar
 Mar 2015 SummertimeLace
A
a familiar feeling;
my entire body
sinking into my toes.
my eyes are heavy,
and my face is numb.
i peer to you,
wondering if scissors
can remove my pain.
a constant battle
between my mind
and a bejeweled box
holding my escape.
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