Did you check within your dream?
Are you hiding in your sleep?
Has this world become surreal?
Follow me
Bless the night
Bless the sky
Bless the woman who conceived this child
Bless the tide
Bless every lie
Bless he who lets his imagination run wild
You judge me for my judgment upon right and wrong
But what is good and what is bad?
Nothing
Neutrality
What is cast as good through the mass is later protested against in majority for the wrong choice.
Wrong again.
Eyes sinking in deep thought
The blackness you carry has been a burden not only to yourself
Your past is circling you and all you do is cry
You replace the beauty of nature with artificiality
Like the flowers in your vase which once required care
Now cast into a world of no restrain or effort
You say you understand
But do you really?
Or are you yet again simply judging my thoughts based upon the facts you know about both you and I?
The grass you lie upon will later burn you and cause you to lose what is known to man as 'sanity'. In the future you will rest upon dreams, rely upon liars, welcome the unworthy, lift your servants, free the captives and live what you have thought impossible.
Be thankful I am tired for my mind is restricted to a line of thought so thin that once concentration is lost, there is no return.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC
Did you check within your dream?
Are you hiding in your sleep?
Has this world become surreal?
Follow me
Bless the night
Bless the sky
Bless the woman who conceived this child
Bless the tide
Bless every lie
Bless he who lets his imagination run wild
You judge me for my judgment upon right and wrong
But what is good and what is bad?
Nothing
Neutrality
What is cast as good through the mass is later protested against in majority for the wrong choice.
Wrong again.
Eyes sinking in deep thought
The blackness you carry has been a burden not only to yourself
Your past is circling you and all you do is cry
You replace the beauty of nature with artificiality
Like the flowers in your vase which once required care
Now cast into a world of no restrain or effort
You say you understand
But do you really?
Or are you yet again simply judging my thoughts based upon the facts you know about both you and I?
The grass you lie upon will later burn you and cause you to lose what is known to man as 'sanity'. In the future you will rest upon dreams, rely upon liars, welcome the unworthy, lift your servants, free the captives and live what you have thought impossible.
Be thankful I am tired for my mind is restricted to a line of thought so thin that once concentration is lost, there is no return.
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