translated confusion, from a bar graph of illusion. i cant take your petty mental distrophy, because you sit their and read their discography, that simply just makes you want to be, something more. My syntasism, my facetiousness, isnt so funny. because you know its true, that you wont step away from the little groove of your innocence, and maybe finally be true to those surrounding you. Why cant you just see, that someone is watching you. too bad id trade anything, for what i got...

smile cause i dont see your face, and you can sigh in relief, cause you dont have to worry about me hearing, im out of sight and out of mind, ive been blinded to your vision and ive been tempted to the light...you dont have to worry...i took care of my senses, along long time ago, those gouges in my chest were in vial attempt for my lungs, so i wouldnt have to smell the air in which you wished me to faint, your voices echo broke the board onto which my ears were to break, and the faint light figure of you still impressed apon my never open eyes, and you can escape my fingers again cause to escape you must me captive, and no longer can my fingers grasp...i got the pasts last laugh, and i wont let it go, not for anything, because your worth everything, but i need to see outside, without your missing, distrust of me, and what i say...so can i say? that i need then rather then now? but id like to last...without the last in ending peace...

Currently Playing Porcelain By Sparta see related

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journeymen

we go one way, though we look the other, as much as youd like to think we were stuck, we were really glidding with ease. Never do we get lost, we are always on the right track, the mistakes we make we were right to make, and were supposed to make, if they werent, then we wouldnt have made them. We arent perfect, we are right, we arent alive, we are dead with a cause, we dont tell you about us, you tell us about you, you only know us because we wanted to know you, you are not us, we are not you. We werent selected by others, angels of reality, we were selected by ourselves, angels of dream, you select us by our choice, we select you of valition. We are not more, we just climbed higher. We live forever, not as a curse, or a blessing, but because we need to. when we want you are cause, we are effect, when we want, we are cause you are effect. we are not god and we are not better, we make you think of god, and what is better. We know what we want, we say what we want. we are cursed with your blessings, and cursed with your burdens, we are blessed only by our thoughts of what none can take away. Desolation was our home, depritvity our feeding place, destruption was our way, and destruction our life. We exsist, for you, not for us, our blessing, we die for you, not for us, our curse. We dream not of life, we dream of death, we curse our death not for yours, we curse our life not for yours. we brake your chains, for only us to be chained. you curse me, for i do well, you swear me to hell, for i place you well, you condemn me to forever, for i will not cross the river, you hate me because i will not slip, and you love me because i will not let go...

long time no post, yeah its alittle long...

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wanna tell me why this all happens like it does? wanna tell me when this will all end? you wanna see me when i cant take this anymore? you wanna tell me when im done? Then dont tell me anything, and dont show me anything, because anything you say only gets me closer to the edge, and anything you show me only pushes me farther.

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indisputably alone...all i can really say, like people are there, or at least they seem to be...but yet they arent. what do you see when you see me? i want to know, i mean i dont really know like half of the people on my list that well (oo wow like 9) but i wanna know what is said about me, what you think about me, what you did think about me? im just wondering...

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