- 2015 11 09, 02:21
#346757
hiya. This is my way to escape reality. visumoj mėgstu rašyt, gal tai grafomanija or me shit, bet vistik norėčiau pasidalint. you know? whatever floats your boat.
I stand with nothing to loose
Explain to me my beloved crowd
What sorts the cross
Hanging by in each of our homes
Icon of imagination
Once pure and innocent
Now we wait for a voice
Craving attention for our daily credentials
From someone that cares no more
Simply lost and stored away
But our faith still rumbling
Rumbling across halls of time
Filled with sorrow of common men
Lost in oblivion we seek redemption
So we The People could spare attention
For a story of angst and virtue
So the cross could become bigger
Institution of reasonable faith or hope
Built on pedestal of greed and more
Where a delicate creature lurks in shadows
With nothing else to do but become the shadow
Which to add to such.. Burden
We shall quote the Nothing
So you
My beloved crowd once more
Could Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'
(I love Poe)
Sort of speak, this is not the curios case of Benjamin Button. I've evolved form the right side of the antique. Nevertheless, Im weird inside. Like this ghost that piles my accomplishments attop nothingness. All I crave is not to be phony and end my mind in a peaceful matter. Delinquently extinguish my existence that consolidates nihilisim and the passion of some sort of artistic birth. I have no idea what I am. I feel nothing. All I want is a place where it all could start over in a matter of seconds. To coorelate the fact of reciprocal arrangement that could be beneficial to our globalistic nations worldwide. Save the fucking children and all. Honest disaster of the world I once knew. All is lost. All is well without the engine.
As I entered the hollow
In which the sight cannot uphold
The wibe of happines and despair
That bursed through my soul
Hence it came
At the wrong time
It left a space
To be filled with joy
And leave off the man
I once knew
As it left me
I amassed what I felt
And called forward the tenacity
Turning red in eyes
As to dare to ask:
How will I be?
Being is but a word
Consciously speaking for you
At the moment of perish and turmoil
But is to be alive is all there is?
Or is it a chance to change our servile souls?
Na, viliuos gal kažkam patiks, share your bleeding hollow friends :>
P.S. nemoku lietuviškai to daryti :/
I stand with nothing to loose
Explain to me my beloved crowd
What sorts the cross
Hanging by in each of our homes
Icon of imagination
Once pure and innocent
Now we wait for a voice
Craving attention for our daily credentials
From someone that cares no more
Simply lost and stored away
But our faith still rumbling
Rumbling across halls of time
Filled with sorrow of common men
Lost in oblivion we seek redemption
So we The People could spare attention
For a story of angst and virtue
So the cross could become bigger
Institution of reasonable faith or hope
Built on pedestal of greed and more
Where a delicate creature lurks in shadows
With nothing else to do but become the shadow
Which to add to such.. Burden
We shall quote the Nothing
So you
My beloved crowd once more
Could Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'
(I love Poe)
Sort of speak, this is not the curios case of Benjamin Button. I've evolved form the right side of the antique. Nevertheless, Im weird inside. Like this ghost that piles my accomplishments attop nothingness. All I crave is not to be phony and end my mind in a peaceful matter. Delinquently extinguish my existence that consolidates nihilisim and the passion of some sort of artistic birth. I have no idea what I am. I feel nothing. All I want is a place where it all could start over in a matter of seconds. To coorelate the fact of reciprocal arrangement that could be beneficial to our globalistic nations worldwide. Save the fucking children and all. Honest disaster of the world I once knew. All is lost. All is well without the engine.
As I entered the hollow
In which the sight cannot uphold
The wibe of happines and despair
That bursed through my soul
Hence it came
At the wrong time
It left a space
To be filled with joy
And leave off the man
I once knew
As it left me
I amassed what I felt
And called forward the tenacity
Turning red in eyes
As to dare to ask:
How will I be?
Being is but a word
Consciously speaking for you
At the moment of perish and turmoil
But is to be alive is all there is?
Or is it a chance to change our servile souls?
Na, viliuos gal kažkam patiks, share your bleeding hollow friends :>
P.S. nemoku lietuviškai to daryti :/
And in the end I guess I had to fall. Always find my place among the ashes..
, tik ryt i psihoterapijos uzsiemimus paskutine diena, reiks koki sakuoti nusipirkti bus isleistuves, labai truks man tu psihoterapijos uzsiemimu 