Friday, 31 December 2004

I sing my song..of hollow words..
promisses..lies and hate..
in the forest of december,
I weep away my last fear
sorrow dissapears as you'll all forget me

summers will pass..
winters will come..
every new daylight breaking the scenery,
my name,a memory fading away in death

as strange as time seems
inviting me to dance again
upon the carpets of misery,
im surrounded by my own failure..

mirrors or paintings
like stabbing daggers the shed
my growing solitude from this damned world
my humanity inside,a flaw that is me
one last time..this lament..
to rid the disease..

I've seen you cry dear..
I've hear you scream your pain..
I've known the end would be soon to come
I knew..my journey would soon end..

moonlight grasps my last breath
the only place of nature,here I lie to rest
a newyear comes,away with 2004 I wither
the new sun,wont shine om my face no longer
remember me never,I was never meant at all
forget me...I was never meant..at all..

..goodbye all..don't grieve..I never existed..

Posted by nicrophorus at 8:19 AM PST

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