To the successors, all you accomplished was telling a lie, to the dreamers, you can never learn how to fly, to those who are hurt, the pain hurts so much worse, when the love of your life, passes you in their hearse.
What works?
The lies of the believers, the souls of the dead, the vampires unfed, the story teller's grand weaver.
None of them are reality, all of them fake, so for what good is the personality, if it exist only for one's sake?
To the forgotten, the memory is torn, to those who live in scorn, the truth will burn more, when you settle the score, and leave all of the world, at the loss of a soul, taking your toll...
The world is so cold...
The world is so cold...
The flower, twill never unfold...
For the world is so cold...
-Selferas Hellshine
 DeviousRampart · Mon Feb 04, 2008 @ 10:16am · 1 Comments |
