this desolate shadow stretches on forever....
every time i peer out from my tiny chamber bedroom, i see the grey skies and the crying children and it all makes me feel something.... i can't put my finger on it, but the introspection brings lots of realizations. i AM the grey skies. i AM the crying children. they are all in my heart and it becomes a part of me. it all begins to eat away at my soul. my weeping little ragdoll soul. this black rose is wilting like my soul.
you made me find that feeling i lost long ago and i'm worried i will never be able to retrieve what you once gave me. now all that's left is the black world and desperate souls pouring out their lost love to the mourning lepers. please, time, run back and fetch the age of god. for the love of all who so desperately decieved it. the aching of these stygian dark hearts is too much for one soul to bear, as my appendages feel so weak and vulnerable such as the weeping willow along the stream of apathy and death does.
now i shall retire to my empty cold corner and listen and wait for some nameless savior, but all i hear are the sounds of sorrow and defeat. i will be alone forever. just alone.
don't try to interrupt my pathetic worthless life. we weren't meant for this.
you made me find that feeling i lost long ago and i'm worried i will never be able to retrieve what you once gave me. now all that's left is the black world and desperate souls pouring out their lost love to the mourning lepers. please, time, run back and fetch the age of god. for the love of all who so desperately decieved it. the aching of these stygian dark hearts is too much for one soul to bear, as my appendages feel so weak and vulnerable such as the weeping willow along the stream of apathy and death does.
now i shall retire to my empty cold corner and listen and wait for some nameless savior, but all i hear are the sounds of sorrow and defeat. i will be alone forever. just alone.
don't try to interrupt my pathetic worthless life. we weren't meant for this.