Stars align, your mind is cleared, welcome back, mad thoughts run ramped, and in this I feared...
Pray to the non-existent, save your soul, you hold out your hand and take a walk through hell.
I would gladly give him my hand so you can let go, break free of deaths grip, I sacrifice my life for you, sincerely, your fallen hero.
Stomach full, you starve for sight, Cursed with failure, this is only round one of the fight.
Torn, we found insecurity, envy the ugly and shun the stunning, withered and aged with grace she shines.
Speak without fear, this is your time, resurrect the feeling, crush her like a rose, cut in mid bloom.
I know where I am going; you only know where you have been. You walk through life like a blind man not knowing what's ahead.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008