I was scared of the loneliness,
That I even wouldn't be able to find your whereabouts,
That I'd lost your warm embrace.
That I can't catch a hold of you even if I want to,
wavers and fades away....
The color of tears
That's everlasting pain,
The continuing rain is projected onto the outside of the window -
The promised pleasures from this Overlapping reality
Is this a separation from necessity that is no coincidence?
My voice doesn't reach you,
Even if it wants to speak, it can't.
The words are screams in the ears of the saints.
Turning my back to the truth and forcing a smile,
With my words fastening there is no answer or anything else close to comforts,
Empty threats towards a person that doesn't exist and a humanity that discriminates against love.
I'm damned from the inside out for something I never did,
I'm shouting in tears,
My unreachable memories are breaking free,
Please notice my self-torture and the promise of my piled up tears,
It's certain proof that I'm still living for myself.
It's proof that I'm just another sinner in a World damned from the get go.
"I don't need ambiguous love nor sorrow"
"I don't need happiness nor gratifying flesh"
Nearly drowning in irony,
I hid my real intentions.
The things I cared most about easily slipped through the gap in my fingers and disappeared,
To the floor they fell,
Just to be stepped onto.
Night of my deepest desire that was able to prosper in my loneliness,
I got lonely by simply losing everything.
I can turn to myself in my weakness,
Which is that I believe I understand that I cannot die to myself,
Someone just please tell me the reason and meaning of living.
Only the sound of the rain is echoing in this tranquility,
The second half of our promise,
The time of passing has come over us already,
We're dead to each other already.
Night of my deepest desire that was able to prosper in my loneliness
With my words fastening there is no answer or anything else
I can't turn back, never again - goodbye my beloved,
I've left and fallen short of my ambitions and dreams
- Title: Ideal.
- Artist: Rai The Zomboid
It's a remix of something I wrote a long time ago and it's certainly added to another depth of macabre. I've gotten a book deal from a publisher and this is certainly going to be one inside of that book.
It's all macabre. Voate as desired and thank you for reading.
- Date: 11/25/2009
- Tags: ideal