When sense is lost and all is left is pain,
You will not see the light at tunnel's end.
You feel like melting in the pouring rain,
You are the one to hurt and to offend.
Your blood is getting colder ever more,
When thoughts of bliss come to your aching head.
The past is past, there's no one at the door,
You're all to pieces, done away with, dead.
The sun will never shine for you there, friend,
Your days are numbered, you will never live,
When lights are out, do you understand,
That you're the victim of your own belief?
So can a heart still break once it has stopped?
Can blood stand still when it's not pushed through veins?
For all things that you've lived, for all you've hoped,
It's over now, you've all loss, and no gain.
Deathly Confusion
© Copyright: Гэртрон Рокат, 2009
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