Burn The Picture


The story plays out different but it ends all in the same,
a emotion of the highest devotion leading our shame.
Never again will that word grace my lips,
Never again will that word plague my heart.
So take the picture so it lasts forever,
So take the picture,
Before time burns the edges of this false memory away.

Now that I'm gone, you'll see things so clearly,
holding onto these memories so dearly.
Now that I'm gone you'll understand why,
Now that I'm gone you'll understand why,
I left you alone to cry.

verse 2

Your holding the picture,
holding onto something that was never real.
I'm holding the matches,
holding the cure to the cancer.
These memories need be forgotten,
We never were anything real,
so why does this hurt so much?

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i find your songs very personnals comparatings to the poems, except for 1 we discuss. do u play an instruments or can make music?

i am make movies short films etc... and the only things i still look for is SOMEONE who can put the right sound to the words/ videos.

i have 39 hours of videosw of works to complete, when i was living all over few years back, india, Tibet, Nepal, east asia etc...

nothing to loose, i send u a small 9 minutes of footages, if u think u can bring some sound to it, great, if not,  no prob, i will find the right sound / musician.


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.