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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 11:08 am
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Even in the midst of flowing time,
Look, listlessness dances round and round.
I can't even see my heart,
As it withdraws from me, and I don't care.
Even if I don't make a move,
I keep from being swept away through the cracks of time.
I don't give a damn about anything around me,
I am me, and that's all there is to it.
Am i dreaming? Am I seeing nothing?
My words are useless, even if I were to speak them.
Sadness only leaves me exhausted,
And I'd rather live my days feeling nothing.
Even if you told me those bewildering words,
My heart would be elsewhere, not listening.
If I were to make a move on my own, and change everything,
I'd still turn it all evil.
Is there a future for someone like this?
Do I belong in this world?
Does my heart ache now? Do I grieve now?
I simply know nothing about myself.
Merely walking leaves me exhausted,
So how could I care about anyone else?
If even someone like me could change,
Were I to actually change, I'd be pure.
If i make a move, I'll destroy it all.
If i grieve, Would my heart turn pure?
I still know nothing about you, nothing about myself,
Nothing about anything at all.
If opening my heavy eyelids means I'll destroy everything,
then /let/ it all turn evil.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:02 am
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