regression_therapy
Something's in your mouth
You can't express yourself
Something's coming out
Fear of infancy
Patterns recognized
With blurry vision eyes
Distant lonely c
for_the_glory
Is it dedication or self interest
That drives me on to get it done
To be the one who wins, in the end
Maybe its the task I can't resist
That drives me on to get
(i_have_no_life)_outside_of_my_mind
regret?
distractions
They've got the power
And they know how to use it
Such a big distraction
I really can't excuse it
Taking time to think it through
Won't help me in the end
I kn
the_truth,_last_tuesday
grudges
I gave up after dawn
It all ended in sorrow
I could sit here withdrawn
But I won’t
Still
I don’t want to shed tears
I don’t care for your tomorrow
grave_concerns
Now the prophets have had their say
You know we're hoping for a little silence
Now the altars are in decay
We've been abandoned by our gods
See the weapons in disarray
absent_reflections
I'd write a play but I'm not Shakespeare
I'd make our story dull
I'd make a speech but I don't think like Hamlet,
I don't contemplate your skull
I'd pray to you if you w
