01-18-2008, 10:25 AM
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to the sun
born within the dark...
the shadows consume my mind
without progression.. but i was once productive...
till i looked back and took heed to all burdens i carried, unaware...
i still cringe with grimace,
at every glance towards my image...
all the ways i used to act
the portriate of life i depicted in all my days living
just another conformist, just another hypocrit
what is in me that is different?
is there anything i could offer new?
what's the use in asking all these questions...
they're just words
it's just me pretending..
that i can change...
when i know
the true facts...
that i am
filled with fear
i've got no brawns...
and just like the rest of this weak little world
all the population trying to push what they are sellin'
it's just another ideal.. just another old fashoned moral
just another speach... and we think it's normal...
to pretend we got all the answers...
the leaders we follow, stringing us along on thier march
to self proclimation.. to sainthood....
all the maggots fighting to be ruler of it all
well i dont trust this
i dont believe in me
the urges inside my soul to corrupt
because out of all attempts comes perpetual failings
i know it's only skin deep
it's within this flesh i'm wearing
i'm no perfect
i'm no king...
far less
on my own...
alone i am nothing
just like you...
you better come
to terms with
just how human you are
we were all created
am i the master?
should i take blame
for this disaster
for this shamefull exsistance?
is there anyone who can take this
sense of hopelessness...
tell me that i dont have to go on alone
all i have to do is look above it all
to the sun
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~*~suck me into your happyness, your bliss....
let me find myself lost in your spirit~*~
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