They're silent ya know?
Those graves I mean
I curl up and cry in front of them
But they just stare with their granite eyes
The souls under them are restless
Especially after listening to me cry for days
To them my pain means nothing
They say "To be dead is far worse."
I guess that's true too
I cannot fully agree with those who seem wise
For what's the use of a young agile body...
When the soul's been dead so long?
I sit and stare at them so long
I feel like part of them now
My kneese are embedded in the earth
My eyes are so dry they bleed
What do I do now?
Can I continue without you?
Please help lift me from their gaze
I need you, please guide me
Peal me away from their grasp
Lift me from my grave
Show me the way to paradise
Give me wings so I can join you there














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"Something must drive us out of the nursery of childhood and into the world of others. That something is suffering." -C.S. Lewis
"Oh what a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to decieve" -Sir Walter Scott
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~In Remember of :~*Rubius Honor Woschkolup*~
~*If LIfe is Like a Dream...Then Why Do We Sleep?*~
Man, this is good....ok, add to favorites...
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Cogito ergo sum.
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Living is lost in dreaming. Dreaming is lost in becoming.
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Sometimes, I feel I've got to.. *dun dun* Run away, I've got to *dun dun* Get away, from the pain you drive into the heart of me...
:] Viva Le Revolution
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