Автор: Mr. Strange

Where once was childlike simplicity Now only remnants of blind ideals This quality of innocence Once tarnished, is forever lost

No talk of the future So far from forever Approaching tomorrow But hoping for never Cursed, we are cursed Condemned

At night the fires burn, cutting like a flaming knife Looking down you see rotting carrions of life Smell the

Misted eyes perceive Thoughts I can’t believe Emotions that run free Never let me be Self-inflicted pain It’s a loss

I remember the lost confusion of innocence With feelings worn so clean I wish I could look on this with

My touch means nothing, it’s just a sympathetic mock embrace This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste

Lie to me honestly I hear, but still, I don’t see Just where the actions meet the words You just

All those things that I tried to be, While wandering further from me I ‘d choked myself in my apathy,

It’s running rampant in our streets It’s lying dormant in our homes This silent crime we are guilty of Is

Creases in the depths of our existence Without which, there can be no substance These rifts and folds within our