Her mind free, floating among the beautiful vacancy,
Cloudless skies with a limitless view,
Smooth pedals gliding among her bare shins,
With every delicate step...

Revealed in the distance on her voyage,
Is a home on the range,
Where she spent her whole life,
Except a life a little different,
From the one of this day
The only difference -
Rain

The home on the range,
Singled out from any other place around,
A place so strange,
Where nothing ever survives a change

The single gray cloud...
Showering the home on the range,
A simple darkness,
The only darkness,
Never going away,
Never going away.

She's unsure whether if,
She'l stay,
Alone, in the vacancy,
Unchained from the home on the range,
Alone, but among a beauty,
Limitless

And so maybe not only for this day,
Maybe she'l roam for a while

Her mind free, floating among the beautiful vacancy,
Cloudless skies with an unlimited view,
Smooth pedals gliding among her bare shins,
With every delicate step

Abandoning consciousness because of the absence of sense,
No thinking, not anymore no, no thinking,
And so here he is walking past mom and dad
Cap tilted down to hide a bloodshot mess,
Fearful thoughts beating on his temples,
And so he barely makes it,
To a guilty sleep

And the same tomorrow,
A creation of sorrow..

But it's only saying one thing to wear a tilted cap covering the eyes,
You're only living to die,
Only dying a lie

Lets share that sight of waves

Every wave, in the dark
Every breath exchanged

Lets make it so only the moon
Can witness us,
And spotlight our truth

We sleep for a about a fourth of our lives,
While dreaming for 6 years,
And upon waking up,
Most of these dreams,
Are forgotten

The only happy life
Is forgotten

The fantasy,
Is forgotten.

And so we live,
And die, every night,

And we actually wake up,
As we lay down,
...Without knowing so

See that's the issue with these usual issues
They get old
Really old
So old, that
Every word
I hear
Just..
Never ceases to make my ears bleed,
******* these issues,
These issues, These issues

Well ****..
Every couple of days,
Mom needs a refill of tissues

It seems as if,
You only witness the death of time,
And fail to experience it

Making this mistake is horrid,
Watching death as it luridly kills
Everything,

No, Please

Encounter me

Leaning over the balcony smoking a cigarette,
Exhaling life and Inhaling death,
Head hanging low,
Hopeless **** up.

Throwing away everything hoping to get something,
Releasing tears that burn,
Salty tears, on a
Torn face