Isolation.Isolation.Isolation.
When a cry for help disappears in an eternal echo, never heard by your savior.
When the attack keeps striking at you from the side. Just hitting, and hitting, not letting you take a breath.
Exhausting you from every positive emotion you've barely had, and draining all the hope from your veins. All the thoughts become shallow from lack of energy to fight back. What for? You depend on the cry. All your energy is wasted on that useless scream for help that no one will ever hear. Because everyone is dead. But the enemy.
When you don't know what else to do. Even your mind i
Nothing At The End Of The RoadWhy start a journey?Nothing At The End Of The Road
There is no end around the bend Of this long road.
There'll be no prize, just tears and skies. This endless road.
This empty path; just rocks and grass. This lonely road.
You can't expect to gain from travel You can't reject all common sense. You think this journey will unravel To something more, at your expense.
There's nothing at the end of this road, And when nothing lasts forever, I know: There's nothing, still.
Continue journey? Why bother with another myth? This pointless road. &n
Animating A FantasyYou fantasize then you realize: You can make it real if you analyze.Animating A Fantasy
What you design won't make us divine. My lips are speaking, giving a sign.
But you ignore, listening: what for? With you I live what you have in store.
I'll be the toy, I'll try to enjoy. As you pretend that you can't destroy.
But I'm anything but strange. I'm anything but foreign. My mind's been filled with rage, But at least I'm still not boring. Your little dream is not what it seems; the fake increased like my self-esteem.
I'll entertain you while we're alone.
Against HerI walk through night and pass the trees. I wish She walked along with me. Her beauty is my dream resigned. Her beauty cannot be defined.Against Her
I've found perfection in just one. Give one more look and I am gone. I just can't bear the pain, the reason Why She's not here, why She's not with me.
She'll look at me and stare right through My love for Her, it only grew. I'll reach my hand towards Her face; I come to stop; she'll keep Her pace.
She'll walk on by with breezy stroll My heartbeat I still can't control. Her every breath is mine alone. &nbs
| Credit for the photo goes to my sister, ~Sheril @ deviantART. |
Dot.
Tired
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More fantasy, less reality...
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"Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life."
~William Hazlitt
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... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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