Who is it to please my inner soul?? she seems to have died some time ago. Who is it, that i am inside, when my rise and fall of tyranny becomes of decrepit size... Although my insides have died countless times, its all i'll recognize, as a part of the time trial of time, to sacrifice ones soul to sorrows forever stored, to allow a sacrifice to be so shallow, so endlessly cold, a question i hear time and time repeated, is it worth it?? so i'll know where it is that i'll go, with this decisive tarot of show, to know, in the night forever more...
Welcome back, they had said, so happy that i had returned, so happy that i had refunded my reason for dispersing.. In the crease of first place, i had returned only for a day of the season, but they would not know, as of yet, the importance of the mission that i am on, empty though it may be, loveless though it may seem to me, i will be a discretion of displeasure, of when the weather seems to live forever, to life i give it a forever and ever, endeavor...
am i an alien?? or am i a part of humanity?.? am i truly in vain, or am i an insane dispersion of urbanity?? do i merely see the strain of daily life, or is it a compromise i will make for my life?? im not sure, but to live forever, i believe would make it so much better, even though i sometimes wonder, where is the plunder, the entertainment, of a never more, for no one but I, or should i let them die.. i wonder, will it be like an Egyptian myth?.? swingin swords of technologically dismissed importances, for the entertainment, or for the beginning of sin..
Tracing my existence, figuring out why it is that im pissed, my ancestors had died, or traveled along and left me behind, to examine worlds more worth s**t, of divine purpose, to surplus study of an evolution, more sincerely deserving, of their examinations, serving to splurging, a result so endlessly deserving, or deserting, so boring, so surely, so enduring, an age of death, and more eluring, to their will, and yet sti ...
Artist: XxVinna really DiseasedxX
Description: im never entirely sure, what i am, my soul seems to travel, like a camel, in the sea of sand, desolate, although full of images, that cant seem to fade, and yet seem so fake...