BEFORE THE HURT BEGAN, I BELIEVED MYSELF TO BE WHOLE
BEFORE THE PAIN BEGAN, I BELIEVED IN FAIRY TALES
BEFORE THERE WAS~ YOU WERE
WHEN MY THOUGHTS WERE INNOCENT, I BELIEVED IN MAGIC
WHEN MY HEART WAS YOUNGER, I BELIEVED IN MIRICALS
WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING~ YOU WERE
WITH MY FIRST BREATH, I BELIEVED IN IMORTALITY
WITH EACH PASSING DAY, I BELIEVED IN MANIFEST DESTANY
WITHIN~ YOU WERE
IN THE MIDST OF MY TURMOIL, I BELIEVED IN A DREAM
IN THE MIDST OF MY CONFUSION, I BELIEVED IN COMFORT
IN THE EYE OF THE STORM~ YOU WERE
RUNNING FROM CHAOS, I BELIEVED IN KEEPING PACE
RUNNING FROM CONFLICT, I BELIEVED IN RUNNING THE GOOD RACE
RUNNING WITH THE RIVER~ YOU WERE
BEFORE THE FAIRY TALES ENDED I COULD SEE NOTHING AND EVERYTHING
THE ALL SEEING EYE, BLINDED~ THERE YOU ARE
WHEN THE NEW CHAPTER OF MY LIFE OPENED, INNOCENCE WAS LOST AND MAGIC AND MIRICALS WERE NO MORE
THE BINDING ON THE BOOK OF LIFE SHREADED. ALL SPELL WERE REVEALED~ THERE YOU ARE
WITH DESTANY HIDDEN, IMORTAL BREATH WAS NO MORE
WINDED AND BREATHLESS ~ THERE YOU ARE
IN THE DYING DREAM THERE IS NO COMFORT. NO REST FROM MY TURMOIL. NO UNDERSTANDING TO BRING PEACE CONFUSION
BATTLE SCARED AND DISILLUSIONED~ THERE YOU ARE
RUNNING THE RACE DRAWS IN THE CHAOS, PREPETUATES THE CONFLICT AND DEADENS THE PACE
LISLESS AND DEADENED SPRIT~ THERE YOU ARE
THERE IS NO ESCAPING YOUR PLACEMENT. THERE IS NO DENYING WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN. THERE IS NO RESPITE, YOU ARE THE EVER MOVING FORCE OF IT ALL.
THE BRINGER OF NIGHTMARES THE DREAM RIPPER. THE PREDITOR OF HOPE. SURVIVING ON THE TEARS OF THE OPTIMISTIC.
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE LIFE LOVE SHONE THROUGH LIKE PARIDISE. BRINGING WITH IT ENDLESS SACRIFICE. A BLOOD LUST WHICH CAN NEVER BE QUINCHED.
TEARS EVENTUALLY DRY AND IN THEIR PLACE THEY LEAVE THE SALTY REMINDERS. COLLECTED IN THE RESIVOR ONCE RESERVED FOR LIFE AND LOVE.
CURSED ARE THE GREEDY OF HEART. DAMNED ARE THE VICTIMS WHICH LAY IN THE WAKE OF YOUR WORDS, YOUR RYTHIM AND YOUR MIND.
Friday, December 24, 2010
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