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It is rapture, this, dare i say, insanity. It is sadness, depression, like the sound of water drops, ringing silence, it's expected, to not have it is what drives us there, a distant place that is a step away. Don't name me, run from me, leave me sobbing, that could only be fitting. Turn away but love me, save me, god can no longer, i was never his to start with, i don't belong I don't belong. lead me away, i can't do it myself, sit me somewhere, feed me more and more pain, deal it to me, I have to wait for something... sitting, why.. god why. There is no answer, there is nothing, nothing inside, nothing outside to hold the insides in. I am wrong, everything. there is something, don't name this sweet child, don't name what never lived, It's torture you mad men, all of you are the reason, ruiner I am, god I am, pawn of hell I am, immortal I am, lost I am. Time time holds a face, behind a veil of life, It holds nothing, nothing words meaning intention shelter me, i must leave. kiss me good night as this new day swallows me again. Good night my sweet child. Good night. |