Every tribute is just another

Cry for the dawn

Sing if you

can

Carry a

Tune

Hurt pleases the pain of blame left in the skin of never will

Somber in a voice inside they kills

Whispers in the night

Tribute to the lies

Pretty in views of slumber thin

Every eye in the place on him

Come stop and see

Quest is

Now

No it’s then

Laid cold on the altar of screaming voices lost in the vein

River of blood as his warm struggle catches when

Eyes stream in view

Kiss of hate

Is in you

Steel ripples its home

All fear is home

Alone

With real

Some know how he feels

Bed as dead as a dream left in raising and feeding love unwanted

Shouting at the sky

Seeks more than

Wanting to die

Every truth has a mate

Sad in pain left to windows open in yearly finding choices old

She slips from the room

Constant salute

To his doom

Wonder is the gentle kiss of going past devotion empty left

Song of many hangs on his lips

Shallow need

Lasting u0pon

A creed

Walk in steps filled by the saint leading the way crying for more

Feelings as strong as the closing of a door

Window escape

Some how a month late

Enter slumber onto wing

Sing of beginning to see

As the world

Crashes in on

He

Tingle left upon the dawn

She is just the latest

Come a long

Body in bag

Love in the later

Part of nag

Every ten is just

A five in jive

Calling for the reason

To be

Still alive

Pretty in views of slumber thin

Giving every bit of you to him

Every eye in the place on a goal

Come stop and see the story unfold

Quest is in his bed

Now is what she said

No it’s then

And done

She be the

shadows on his wall