| I'm growing in soil made of souls. These tears you cry, they fall for years. Your eternal fears, my redeeming is dead, my feeling is gone, my resolve faded with the stated notion, that my action is my Motion. Figures of statues that stand on the brink of Dispair, their faces blank, just like mine, and yours. I stare into your eyes, and feel the Angels cry. I can look deep inside and feel the Ground of my World turning, quakeing, shaking, erupting with anger, destroying the Angels, and Demons. Until one is Left, he and his cage, deep below the world. More than you know. I will follow the control.. Over your soul then severe the tie, break the chains set you free and suck you down. I'm buried in a Grave of Skeletons, and the opressor is pounding my skull, making me see, just how the blade is dull. Can't you see? Inside, its insane. Follow your new found Pain. |
