GoshDangIt88

A million tears, all washed away. A million scars, all washed away. Maybe in another life, or a different day. A tragedy to begin with, and by midnight she's gone away. Turn around the tables, see if it makes a difference. The circle of life is a chain, and your shackles are vengence. No more room for God, in his broken soul. No more room for remorse. He's had his share of pity, he threw everything away. He told me he was finished, but a liar's never done. A pity to begin with, and by the end he has become the gun that stares at his forehead, in between his eyes, but the barrel is slipping upwards, pointing at the sky.

I saluted the absolute, subdued into some kind of institution. My mind, overflowing, overflooding, with thoughtless confusion, with thoughtful pollution. Now I am in a remission, a remission to my own destiny. Compelled to do nothing, sitting, the thrown is overthrown, undermined, and mimed by an alternative existence. You cannot control me, therefore I do not exist. Liquification, I am liquified. I go anywhere I please in my own little world, anywhere in mind's imagination. Remission, an expolsion from your reality. Remission, into my own destiny.

A pattern, a sequence, around it goes, again and again. Time is gone, time stands still, we float around, just float on. Linger along like little clouds, in the sky, in the deep blue prison. A transformation, we all go dark, release our rain, and dissipate, disappear forever. Realization, rebirth. Follow me into the sun, high above it burns the land. Trust me, I am like you, I am not what I think I am. Turn me into you, we can become something bigger, bigger, better, and harder the fall. Times have changed, yet again. We are not clouds anymore, we are the rain. Let us fall onto the land far below, let us become puddles, cover

Open up, look inside, in your mind, what have you left behind? You cry aloud, and softly speak, words of wisdom, words where you are improsined, confined to, your life's meaning is far off and weak. Words of betrayal are spoken softly, and then you fall asleep. Now there is a whole new day, a day to spend, a day to waste. More time to decay, running out of pace. Just keep running until you find a place, a place to rest, a place to stop, a place to think and sit in a dumbfounded state of shock. Shut up, look outside, look around, and now run hastily with your own kind.

Looking over a cliff. Why can't I fall? Why do I ask these questions, and not just sit like a doll? If you just sat there all day and didn't care to be what you wanted, didn't care to say. Or to stand up and to let your knowledge flow flaunted. Flaunt yourself into exhibitation, and rise over the power, that we gave, that we want to take away and keep for ourselves. Just keep it in a box, just put on a lock. Throw it away with all the shit you don't need. Throw yourself into the water, you won't walk on it, just you see. This one man could do everything, and give you everything you need. Well he's been dead for 2000 years, c