(oh baby)
I`m crying...
I`m crying...

no way I`m going now,
I`m crying...
(weeee)

portrait of the weather vane,
i hunger for hunger,
that i`ll never sleep again,

so famish fast,
and take it slow
I hunger for hunger,
denial be the seed i sow,

a limping gate,
o`er loving floor,
(limp,limp,limp)
a hobbling hate,
opens adore,

who-not-a-me,

I`m crying,

a maiden bed,
 of stain glass shards,
stabs me to sleep as i weep,
 over reversed cards,

the road through wrath,
and faulty math,
to cringe for the hinge,
i impinge on a psycho path,

so kind and blind,
copious crawl,
(crawling,crawling)
I`ll pay no mind,
no mind at all,

(who-not-a-me)

I`m crying,

my heart is the hinge,
between the earth and the sky,
my tears are the fountain,
that never runs dry,

limpid of lopside,
propped up on my pain,
it weaves the links of,
my lacksidaisy chain,

oh my waitingful heart,
in the still of deceit,
how the earth loves the sky,
though they never shall meet,

lest it topple in tumult,
and wither right down,
as it sighs out it stars,
to the grieve of ground,

a broken man
(i`m not ready to breathe)
does what he can
(i`m not ready to breathe)

a broken man,
if god may grant,
will do what he can,
will do what he can`t,

("how do you know?")

well..i think that I'm ready to breathe
("how do you know?")
i think that I'm ready to breathe,
("how do you know?")

(breathing in/breathing out)

I KNOW that I'm ready to,
KNOW that I'm ready to,
("how do you know?")

know that I'm ready to breathe,

so i hunger for hunger,
and warm to the cold,

it's so telling and truly ,
and shivers right through me,

I long...

Hinge

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5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

Hinge

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