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A collection of short tales inspired by AFI's album 'Sing the Sorrow', each track a story.
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The Spoken Word
We held hands on the last night on earth
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees
Screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
Along the bottom of the river
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
And the shattered seasons lay
And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner"

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
Of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
As the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
If you would accompany me in a quick fall
But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two
I rode alone

You said, "The cinders are falling like snow"
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence
Of blue and grey
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward
And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
Into the earth like a message
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