

Reality's catchHow does a blind man feel When he is shown a peaceful blue? A glance or royal colors near, The lush of all the greens in earth, The glow of moonlight rays above, The dancing sway of gentle cloves. Would a blind man believe?Reality's catch
How do I feel when you are near? Your human soul regains my trust, I, emerging from my hate, Do I believe in you?
If I did reach for your selfless arms, Would they embrace me back in comfort? Or as just another dream, Would you become The nothingness I’ve had? The memory of gentle cloves Would beco


ReflectionI see a mirror on the wall, And I’m forced to watch myself. I see pain, I see doubt, I see horrible deceit.Reflection
Until now my eyes have been, Blinded, shut from my reflection. And oh, my mind has been Clouded, darkened and held back.
But though my heart did know The mistake I have been making. Only another would, could, Open up my eyes, my mind, my soul.
Now my cursed reflection Is commanding me to act. But my heart, that has been opened, Frail and withering with fear, Cannot bear the mirror’s message, And lays smothered


'Till death do us partI fear to dream again. I fear for love, for joy, for loss. And I cannot pretend, pretend, pretend, Anymore.'Till death do us part
For love I did, And joy I felt, And for loss I bled. I cannot pretend.
You, whom I know not. You, whom I love most. All tears worth naught, All screams, silent. All agony, blind.
Why do I grieve you? As if you were of flesh and bone. Why do I love you? As if you were of my own soul.
For love I did, And joy I felt, And for loss I bled. I cannot pretend!
Make my hand believe, &nbs


respirationBreathe in, It is cold again, Time for nostalgia. Dead memories swivel around you Never to be relived, You let some tears pass. Breathe out,respiration
Seasons die.
Breathe in, Spring is near, And you still believe in goodness. Your heart is crushed, You were wrong. You let some tears slide down. Breathe out, Time flies.
Breathe in, The scorching sun is out , And you wonder down paths not meant for you, You realize you’re lonely. A rouge tear brushes past. Breathe out, Months heal hearts.
Breathe


Breakfast of Champions I am blind. My name is Eagle Eye, and now I will tell you why I'm a champion... for the first time. It all began one GOOD MORNING, yep, maybe this morning. Anyway, I remember it like it was just yesterday. My Ray Charles alarm clock sang me a soulful song an' I stretched an' hollered somethin' fierce. I'd have opened my eyes like all you seein' folk, but heh-heh, why bother? ...Yeah, Ray Charles. He's always been my idol. I'd love to feel his face one day, I don't care if he is dead. It probably ain't decayed all the way yet. Heh-heh-hee.Breakfast of Champions
Anywho, I got dressed in black, as usu


A ConnectionThe sun burning bright, The deer frolicking, The eagles soaring.A Connection
Nothing in the world could be happier. Everything was perfect. The world was in their hands.
The sun hid behind black clouds, The deer hid in the forest, The eagles returned to nests.
Something went wrong. Something became missing. The world slipped from their grips.
What they had was no longer visible. Their connection became hidden. What happened?
What caused this? What made it so painful? Will it ever end?
The pain was deep-cutt
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