R A I N G A M E S F O R T H E N A T U R A L B O R N P A R I A H


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Welcome to my world, my soul's soundscape.

From the sterile and brightly lit corners of a psych ward someone once had a dream to create music.

Dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died,

my heart had  ceased once controlled by my mind--

the graceful ever suffering...

Blood to the heart once the light filled the sky.

Teach me to hear a reverie, track the chords and the count... 

Dance with me in wild fire blooms, bursting and swiping tails blank...

Slowly, I wanted to

take the pain from misery and tell them what is left.

Isolation.

Rain.

Games.

A Natural Born Pariah.

 

 
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