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Balance	Agitation	The Cure	Depression	Blood is the rose
Sometimes	Conditioned	Shadows	The creek of the waiting dead	Madness

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Balance

Keeping it close,
holding it in.
The fear of love,
gripping your heart.

Your past carried,
as a counter weight.
There is no balance,
you hide within.

Raven is calling,
you hear his song.
Owl looks away,
the time isn't right.

The door is open,
come out of the dark.
Dance with me,
to the sparrows song.

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Agitation

comes in suddenly
without a cause

Is it this? is it that?
Commotion all around
Music that's not mine
disturbs

control my mouth
from snapping

what do I need
to keep this
mood away

I wonder though

Is it the question
or the answer
which causes
this agitation
to reappear

The Cure

Why does it hurt so bad?
Why must I hurt so much?
Why, am I, the one suffering?

But then,
I Stop!
To think...

It's not a curse.
- It's a blessing.
It's not a disease.
- It's the Cure!

For every one I look at,
there're a thousand I don't see!
My darkened mind will never change,
just as none of them see me!

The Darkness has got hold of me,
and don't want to let go!
And this will never happen
just as long as they don't know!
Now that I know the answer,
I no longer ask you "why?"!
Now I'm always laughing,
nevermore to cry!

Instead I give up to the night,
to lead the life of pain and cold.
To tell the tales about the dark,
that has me in its hold!

Depression

Loneliness
something amiss
all is not right
deep within.

Emptiness
pain of the soul
push the limit
everyday.

Depression
a state of despair
an ugly place to visit
and worse to live there.
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Blood is the rose

All of you who set the night on fire,
you all will go much much higher
in darkness you can see
in darkness you are free
in darkness great things hide,
in darkness step aside.
then you will break on through
Retire all of you people of the light,
to night's purple legion. While you sleep,
we will reap.
You all have to sleep to dream,
We live in one!
You all live your life as one big lie.
We know the truth.
Tomorrow you will wake,
And you will be surprised.
Blood is the rose, of mysterious union.

Sometimes

Sometimes late at night
I can't hold back the fears
I have to face the wall
and cry.

Sometimes it's to much
the night it seems so long
the power of the tears
so strong.

Sometimes when I cry
I think of days gone by
when I once had love
right here.

Sometimes late at night
I haven't tears to shed
nothing left inside
to cry.

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Conditioned

You must realize if you don't love yourself
how can you love anybody else
No one can reach you in your personal hell
you'll just rot away in yourself

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Conditioned to play out roles
You grow up with little self worth
Millions are abusing drugs to ease the pain :-)~
A world without equality
When you feel consumed, devoured & exhumed by depression
Anger, and gloom
Hesitant to leave your room
You may think of suicide soon

Shadows

Ever teasing you come,
I know not why.
What is it you seek,
it can not be me.
For I am the shadow,
misty and insecure.

I want you to see me,
to know I am more.
Yet I still fear contact,
so I become the wall.
Invisible and silent,
quietly shedding tears.

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The creek of the waiting dead

It flowers the obscene
A living death machine
Repent the day this world i first met
This wondering mind
Stay at one with tears, the dark is near
It calls to you, now reach out
Amazed as the wind is full
And night is day
Release as natures spell was cast on you
Defeat, as you haunted soul breaks its shell
Bringing out the plea of instant death
Below a worldly forest and beneath an awful sky
Creeps onward with the tide
A silent shocking something, that draws us ever in
The creek of the dead
The creek of the waiting dead
The sun shines on your worldless tomb
As life permits your soul to die
The creek it bathes, with natures blooms
With blood that flows, to bring new life
The life gave is nothing now
With death it reveals a sign of joy

Madness

Worlds in madness, doors shut tight
Blind oppression, keeping out the light
Power twisted, throughout years of misuse
Seeds of our freedom waiting to take root
Buildings grey, as architects minds
Laughing children left far behind
Fields now gone, rooms only for school
Learning is none with books mere rules
People in lines afraid to step out
Whisper of tongues, too tired to shout
Ticket to death, reaper at the wheel
never to stop until we learn how to feel.