Twenty Six years and seems like, I've just begun. To understand my, my intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, bought its last rites. They cut the cast, the music, and the lights.
I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines. Now as they penetrate, recreate me. . I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days.
I can't think and i can't speak!. my mind is not my own!. feeling like my will is weak!. cannot find the strength to go on!. i've battled! i'm fucking battled man!.
My dear, there is no danger. Can't you see they turn blind eyes. To we swift and spotlit strangers?. Oh, people the rush is over. We will be revered again.
No haven now as I watch it pour from everywhere. Just like the storm that has come out of thin air. Gentle caresses, just as paper thin. Frail and only lack the strength to hold.
A chilling silence. A world of violets. My breath materialized again. Immaculate. Inanimate. A comfort cutting time, I see. A string of white lights. .
Six figures enter. They've come to destroy the world. They've called together. This storm almost every night. . And I awake in another place. A familiar voice with a stranger's face speaks.
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun. To understand my. My intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, who. Bought its last rites?.
This is the final night, boys. We are the cracks in diamond walls. I tried to illuminate but the shadows kill. I'm overshadowed. See how I blend in with nothing?.
Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through the nameless ones. . I know that hope's unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real.