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By Ryan Johnston

There wasn't a sound

As it spilled onto the ground

I couldn't run away

And I knew you wouldn't stay

The sun bled through winter trees

Without the tourniquet of summer leaves

There was the brightest light

Lighting seared the bleeding sky

Sealing a night so dark

I knew it would always live on

And I would burn alive

Just to be there one more time

If you'd meet me before the fall

When the mirror reflected smiles

Not a million broken eyes 

One for every time I tried

The blood on the glass is mine

Asleep, and dreaming of the rain

That washed those things away

That night you came to stay

Darkness litters my thoughts

Looking for the road we lost

The best of times we made

Crumbled bread to mark the trail

But the Ravens stormed like a black hurricane

And they swept that place away

And I would burn myself alive

Just to be there one more time

If you could meet me on top of the wall

Before the mirror was the floor

And reflections were so much more

Than bleeding out in broken glass

Asleep, and dreaming in the rain

Washing all those nightmares away

Every moment next to you

Six By Two

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Six By Two - By Kill Creek

Six By Two
By Kill Creek

I'll be back to pull the garden

Spring has proven winter cruel

And all of summer's beauty, lies there rotting 

Stripped like yours, from you 

And I know I, can't stand remembering 

The dirt under our fingernails 

The silence, your defense 

Tired, over tired hand 

And we spent December 

Given our best shot at hating 

But now, as I remember, 

We had no reason to abuse

I'll force God to notice 

That he, is giving nothing back 

And all of us were wet out in the boneyard 

He washed the tears from you 

And I know you, deserve none of this

My distance, as we stole flowers from his grave 

The silence, my defense 

Tired, over tired hand 

And I recall the ways 

You pretended not to notice 

But we both sowed the soil 

That grew only what could die 

And if you believe,

That I tried only to deceive

You know, that's not, true

Sea Of Teeth

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Sea Of Teeth - By Sparklehorse

Sea Of Teeth

By Sparklehorse

Can you feel the wind of Venus on your skin?

Can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush?

Stars will always hang in summer's bleeding veins.

Can you feel the rings of Saturn on your finger?

Can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?

But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil.

Stars will always hang in summer's bleeding fangs

But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil.


Photo By Meghann Keeley Stone