How many words have I whispered? how many songs have I played? how many thoughts have run through my mind? as all is gone now what is left to do? what
You're standing alone on the hill that the master built, only watching the stars, damned, your soul is killed. To the stars you will go, beyond your
Through the world I guide my eyes in despair, hate and wrath. One last time I will arise from you scum. You forced me to go this way, no choice is left
A pleasant warm dusk, when I returned from a time of fulfillment, not like the others, just empty, like awoken from a dream. Ripped away in agony, from
My chaos is the battlefield of mental war. the enemies: myself and everyone else. I feel drawn out, them to slaughter. disdain, the urge for undermination
Arrival at the wrong place, incidental manipulations, reasonless undeliberate deeds, torn connections, unused opportunities. the ways can't be ungone
The rain weeps past the windows, a strange feeling keeps a hold on me. where am I? what has been before? questions, hardly answerable. cannot feel
Walking through cold air the wind blows dead leaves along my way dead thoughts crawl my mind it all left me this winter day i roam through the wilderness
...And sleep half the day when the drugs have gone away wake up and lazily fill the rest of the day just to recognize the pain and again end up with
Leaving one world to find myself in another one even worse surreal places in mental disease self-inflicted torture eerie inner sphere misanthropic rage
Lost all the way torn apart by demands restless my fight not to fall while probably I'm already down when substance controls my reality it's my hope
There is a shadow floating over me growing to a vast crimson cloud meanings are blurred calm and harm in disorder my eyes blinded for what is real noone
are lending shape to the surroundings, they tell me everything and nothing, only what I take will matter. What matters makes my fate the path of my presence
The dreams have gone wake up and start again all over and over return to the sorrow of life bear the grief tormenting you everytime again start a new
Calm in my mind, at last, only for some moments, admiring the elements raging around me the rain is heavy, turns the nocturnal world to hazy dark grey
mind is clear in empty space. You think you can be, but are not there. This world of repeating obscurities, back from my deviations time diverges to capture me in presence
