Автор: Mr. Strange

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

For forever living in For forever dying in The shadow of a killing cross Born and held accountable Sworn to

Pools of blood of deepest red Waves that soak the world in dead Watch the bloodbath as it grows Drowning

Was I wrong? Wrong in assuming That nothing at all, without thought Would just fall into place? Was it hope,