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For seven days there has been something, a small indifferent feeling of pain.
DAYONE:
Hopped on a ride to the sky after making a pit-stop in hell.
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These stings
whispers of tearing flesh
I cry for one
who doesn't arrive
Tears fill my eyes and
leak out sacred places
Curious eyes
lay down w..
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It seems to happen quite more often now,
being put in the dark,
while my old life thrives.
I miss many people who are close to me,
and I remember ..
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Already I have found myself out of place,
all too soon,
I miss my friends,
and I can't help but feel the need to poison my lungs.
This unfamil..
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For you(:
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Right beside the familiar wires and meters that you once were.
Hiding away many secrets buried deep beneath the hard
pavement. I feel as if I should..
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How alone do I feel right now?
Beyond the exsistance and how everything came to be,
before the world, and the universe, and some religious
&quo..
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I've reached the edge,
the edge of my windowsill
and at this point I finally realize what I did and what it meant.
I didn't mean to cause y..
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The war I fight in my head is growing stronger
My senses and emotions are being used as amunition
and I, with the core of me, a sinking ship I s..
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There is a place I've been to in my past time, when I was a whole different me. Beforethe sky had stars, and wind had whispers, and all things cho..
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