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by [dvdlinkcrafter ]

2009-10-23  |     | 

I swear you don't even exist,
You're just the glitter of a corrupted mind...
Two eyes of silence still hiding in the mist,
Which rarely blink pretending they stopped time.

I've seen their crimson hunger, exposed into the dark...
A shiver of the eyelash - a token of remorse
And then the coldness rushed to freeze the heathen heart
Along with it a smile, as saying: dear, of course

I've played along to smother the reasons of their greed
So innocent, unknowing, so natural for some
But peeking through the mist and feeding how they feed,
I lost control of me...and soon the "I" was gone

No more convulsive torments inflicted by the mind,
Only a burning freedom engulfed within a thrill
That plain and simple logic was unable to find
Each time those eyes said feel instead of saying kill.

No more emerging needs, disrupted by my crime
As you lay down your breath upon this hollow shelf,
Just an occuring thought slicing the wrists of time
Leaving it here to bleed and rott upon myself.

So many times your silence spoke louder than my will,
With overwhelming proof dismantling my plans,
Leaving me there unconscious and unable to peel
The rules of my own making from your deceiving trends.

And though the magic world - the world of your design
Is beautifully carved into this heathen soul,
I am still watching here... the living from behind
Hoping that one of them will hear my silent call.

Perhaps all of your ends were merely
Scatterd beginings on my path,
I'm sorry but I lied sincerely
When I claimed I have lost my wrath.

I've faced your death so many times before,
What glorious redemption I thought of it be
Posing so proud and silly yet I was unaware
That your own resurection was slowly killing me.

I swear you don't even exist,
Sometimes the table turns as if it were a wheel
Myabe you're just the cinder of everything I missed
Maybe you're just a warning that's telling me "I feel"

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