domingo, 23 de novembro de 2008

reality for what it is... (distorted)



I cut through the curtain of night
walking towards silence
closing my eyes to the light
Expecting death's embrance.
Now, that I'm all alone
I feel the emptiness inside
all that I had is gone
and there's nothing left to hide...
Old wounds are opened in strife
I am tired and can't explain
I am weary of this life
I have nothing to gain.
This cold winter
Stirs up old feelings
And a sharp splinter
You stuck in my eye
keps me from seeing
reality for what it is...

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