i have been re reading the same book now for months trying to find sign of life on those dead words looking for shelter in those false lines
was told to change the book but from the same author give another chance to appeal the words are still lifeless the lines are pretentious
the pages have turned yellow the words have blurred out in my eyes I don't understand the meaning anymore the lines have begun to fade away at this point
How many sins before the final medcine The medcine of peace When the soul leaves the body When the corpse is burned And the ashes are flow Oh! How much I crave the medecine But I know I am not prepared for that drug
Soon your short lived momentary happiness will be over all u will be left with will be the grievances of life the pain that it teaches you and that my love will make u stronger and beautiful most of all truly happy
what does an artist do of pain she dwells in his pain she lives her pain of love she lets the pain eat her and when she is completely engulfed by the pain she dips her brush in the paint of pain and paints the most expressive piece but the mortals call it art
i have got something to confess swear i will speak the truth i am not as strong as i pretend to be actually i am pretty weak and have been bottling up so long i cant hold it anymore the world around me feels me but i don't feel myself anymore it feels i am trying to fit in my own world i miss those memories for it i want to live again not to change but to feel myself alive again...