This is my diary of broken dreams,. A monument over me,. Page after page twists my mind with grief. . What I should but never did,. How could I ever be so wrong?.
This fraction of time,. Will it humble our thinking. or laugh in our face. Beaten and torn on bruised knees crawling,. It decomposes my soul. . Fall - constantly falling,.
You want an answer,. Well, What do you want to hear,. That I think you're special. . And that I really care?. That's where you wrong,. 'Cos I'll never be,.
God of make-believe. In your world. Nothing's what it seems. Master Of pre-judgement. What do you really know. about the things we do. . We know who you are.
Night,. Another night of the damned,. Standing at the border to insanity land. . Dance of the dead in the midnight hour,. Touching your cold lips,. Shivering of lust.