Thursday 30 December 2010 photo 1/1
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The red liquid streaming down my arm
The black heart bleeding through my shirt
Pieces of glass shattering your eyes
But still you're watching
You are one of the silent ones
Not doing anything bad, but still not helping
You got to engage to matter, got to feel to live
Death isn't always eternal
To be dead can be to just not live
To not act your role in the show that's always going on
We are a part of a never ending play
Just marionettes controlled by the author of the set that's going on at the moment
Exchangeable and not indepentend at all
I'm feeling so fucking lonely.
The black heart bleeding through my shirt
Pieces of glass shattering your eyes
But still you're watching
You are one of the silent ones
Not doing anything bad, but still not helping
You got to engage to matter, got to feel to live
Death isn't always eternal
To be dead can be to just not live
To not act your role in the show that's always going on
We are a part of a never ending play
Just marionettes controlled by the author of the set that's going on at the moment
Exchangeable and not indepentend at all
I'm feeling so fucking lonely.
Annons