history of emptynessLooking back Helps us all Never forget Who you arehistory of emptyness
To Exist
Leaves no clarity Until truly living
Will you see all
When to stop You will decide Its your choice Don't live a lie
Learn to love All those around you You will expect in return to you
All i know is what i've seen To truly understand Is just a dream.
things which aren't ment to beI stumble I stop Need to get up Can't stop Keep pushing myself Try to stop It doesn't matter anymore My mind keeps racingthings which aren't ment to be
It tears I stop crying I try to fix it I can't stop crying It pleads for help Try to stop crying It keeps moving on My mind keeps racing
I tell myself Did i ever really need it
itruling supreme we obey its control always looking for new ways to satisfy it soit
are humans so weak we have no control to stop ourselves
from being so
the hunger we have so strong and demanding we have no choice but to obey it so
there will always be someone willing to supply whatever it wants they cannot deny
the control it has is so frightening that even war
concedes defeat
what i seei look out my window what do i see soulful green meadows full of tree'swhat i see
but next to the meadows
what do i see dark brooding towers of town's and cities
when i look at man what do i see the unchabgeable within the everchanging
and as for the future what do i see grey and silver and ever less green
Once...Torn between two worlds. Standing alone. A sea of doubt stretches before, Across it a land of what could've beenOnce...
Stranded on this island of desolation- Two people, two lives, The vague connection failing, Melting away into the past.
Confusion masked by hope- Hopeless and clear, just misunderstood.
With each second we're dying, Consumed by time and space- Body surrendered to the Earth, Soul condemned to disperse.
Walking through avenues The forgotten paths of a lost memory Recalled to the forefront By the dusty phot
The MirrorThe MirrorThe Mirror
i was lost in a dream there was a girl, she looked like me she was blind my eyes helped her see
she was lost in a dream there was this girl, she couldn't see she was in love she bled a lot, she looked like me
there was once a knife i saw its reflection, it wasn't me she was dead inside but she looked a lot like me
there was once a mirror there was a girl trapped inside, it was me outside was vacant just a pair of eyes to help us see
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i have so much to do? when will i be free?!
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