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No life in that ghostly face, Sitting wordless, gazing into space. Purple bags beneath eyes, Body numb from all the lies. Only life is ragged breath, Inches from life, inches from death.
Sometimes, things don't turn out the way you want them to.
Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get vilified. Get vile. Get romantic. Get fucked. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started.
I study that human beings are social creatures. We are taught how to behave and how not to behave all so that we can fit into society and look pretty.
How could a memory be crushed. I asked myself that question and its possible by when you have a memory with someone and the memory with that special person is why you'll never forget.
#songcompetition 38 years and I've been dancing in a field, With all the vagabonds, the sinners, the children and the thieves.
You stare up through the ceiling, Wondering if there's a God. You feel like David Bowman, Alone in his space pod. You stare down through the floor, Wondering if there's a Hell.
Nije nista strasno u opciji koja nosi finu propast kao direktnu implikaciju u rezultat iste.. Opcija u biti i nije opcija nego cvrsto određeni smjer kojem nema drugog izbora ili opcija..
Why should I live, when I'm downing in tears. Why should I try, when I'm face to face with my fears. I scream but no one hears, I'm behind a glass door in a room made of mirrors.
Thought, the one thing that defines us. But you are infected by another's that tried to blind us. You think you have freedom at will. But his teachings warped you and infected.
#movement. You took the blame. Along with the shame. Swallowed the pain. And it hurt again. How does it feel. Now it's all too real. You've made the call. And you've taken the fall. They say 'thanks'.
How many times will a man fly Before he crashes to the ground and dies. How many times can a lion roar Before his throat goes dry and soar.
I fear I've reached the end, Lost it all, Nothing even to defend. I always pictured This day far ahead. I didn't realize my sanity hung By a single thread. I locked myself In a cage, I created.
On the train again. Alone again. The lights flicker as I stare at all these objects created by man for our comfort. Meaningless, unimportant. Just like me. As I used to be at least.
This world has êńgûłfêd me like a *f*l*a*m*e* I'm only playing <game> to >game< The days are •b•ł•ü•r•r•ē•d• yet stay the =same= I'm lost, I've lost and lost my ?n¿a?m¿e.
So simple a question yet I cannot answer. Why must I have to think logically. Why not it be simple and put into a equation. But no, I have to think outside the box.
Creating hope for a life lost in a dream within a dream, found in a memory and left as a side note for a traveling follower.
Stalking my nightmares,. Haunting my dreams,. Mirroring all of lifes uncertainties,. Behind the walls of sleep,. Wrapped in bed sheets,. A ghost in the walls,. With a silent scream,.
Metal, oil, ^stocks^ and banks, And |sticks| and •stones• to climb the ranks, ***Desire, fire, loath and lust*** A falsehood born of dust and trust.
#emotion #confusion @Splashdown Red and yellow, Orange and blue. Where am I. Who are you. How can I get to this place, Or how do I get out. I try to scream, my lips move But I can't make a sound.
A hollow kiss on these fake lips Vacant hands on your fake hips An empty stare into your fake soul Fake dreams and fake goals Relying on that fake touch For no words, you fake much Laying alone...
I stand at the edge of the world. The abyss looks soothing in its darkness and unimaginable depth.
Nowhere to go now, finally time to face,. The darkness inside of me, my utter disgrace,. The light burns my eyes, as they threaten my life,. I've trained hard for this, blood, sweat and strife,.
I'm so tired, working for any excuse to get fired. Forget what you came for, do as you're required, forget what you desired. When everything's the same, I could never be inspired.