I concider my insanity as a shadow holding the light inside just waiting it to burst out trough the surface of pain..
every time i close my eyes i feel like thousands of screams fill my head.. hallucinatory images of a woman with a child
wiping the blood from her eyes.
a victory against life that will end before the fire.
i lay my head against the dead shoulders and scream towards the light.. no answers were expected, no questions asked
legions of shadows rewarded from stupidity.. just waiting the eyes to justify their existence, mouths to tell stories for the generations to come.
eager to be important, blinded before the lies. Lust for those who have crossed the darkness
Within distant hours like this i became to think that all the prophecies end before this fire... promises unsaid.. beliefs destroyed.
Distracted from here i was able to see myself from outside. It appeared as a story, told to the ears of the deft.
No matter how many candles do you light... This will be the song for the funerals, a hymen for blood that stays still.
For how many years have you been staring in to the darkness... waiting to be buried by the light that you fear?
For how many years it will take to be blind for those lies, how many generations before we can see like gods eyes do?
I wont drown my feelings into tears, i wont loose a prayer from my mouth. nor will i stand strong in my belief,
just to say, that i am afraid to KNOW
it is not the darkness that haunts me, that is the place that i know so well.
It is the silence between the thoughts, the moment where emotion dies
it is to see your soul from eyes of the dying child, moisted by the tears of sorrow
who would ever celebrate a newborn heart to be delivered in this consciouss miracle of hatred?
who would betray his own soul for the fear?
Should i cut off my eyes just to love the mirros who hate me?
should i cut out my tongue to be able to tell the thruth?
Honestly, i dont know.
but one thing i am for certain...
when i choose to end my path,
i will not regret but that i was born...
and i would not be sorry to be the last soul
to walk on this earth
"And for decades shall they travel in darkness, waiting the light to destroy them all"
every time i close my eyes i feel like thousands of screams fill my head.. hallucinatory images of a woman with a child
wiping the blood from her eyes.
a victory against life that will end before the fire.
i lay my head against the dead shoulders and scream towards the light.. no answers were expected, no questions asked
legions of shadows rewarded from stupidity.. just waiting the eyes to justify their existence, mouths to tell stories for the generations to come.
eager to be important, blinded before the lies. Lust for those who have crossed the darkness
Within distant hours like this i became to think that all the prophecies end before this fire... promises unsaid.. beliefs destroyed.
Distracted from here i was able to see myself from outside. It appeared as a story, told to the ears of the deft.
No matter how many candles do you light... This will be the song for the funerals, a hymen for blood that stays still.
For how many years have you been staring in to the darkness... waiting to be buried by the light that you fear?
For how many years it will take to be blind for those lies, how many generations before we can see like gods eyes do?
I wont drown my feelings into tears, i wont loose a prayer from my mouth. nor will i stand strong in my belief,
just to say, that i am afraid to KNOW
it is not the darkness that haunts me, that is the place that i know so well.
It is the silence between the thoughts, the moment where emotion dies
it is to see your soul from eyes of the dying child, moisted by the tears of sorrow
who would ever celebrate a newborn heart to be delivered in this consciouss miracle of hatred?
who would betray his own soul for the fear?
Should i cut off my eyes just to love the mirros who hate me?
should i cut out my tongue to be able to tell the thruth?
Honestly, i dont know.
but one thing i am for certain...
when i choose to end my path,
i will not regret but that i was born...
and i would not be sorry to be the last soul
to walk on this earth
"And for decades shall they travel in darkness, waiting the light to destroy them all"
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