People slowly tear my heart out,
People slowly torture my dreams,
I fall in a endless pit of depair.
I fall in a nightmare of screams.
When the pain of cries die,
When the dreams of hate stops,
The peaceful candle life,
The peaceful night sky,
My spirt burns like fire,
My soul is like water,
Clear the problems of self,
Clear the mind from death,
What does this mean?
What I think is meanless is realy the way out;but the demon is the creature of thought that takes contral without contral.
Meanless words,
Meanless thoughts,
Only to find I am back where I started without contral and dead from life. |
