Shadowed streets are sleeping Covered with darkness's cloth Hollow roads of the broken dreams Are filled with nothingness; undying Screams of silence are hauntingly familiar...
He's walking...
Like the fireworks across the sky, his mind's creating vivid images of the places he has never seen before, but he once swore he would... Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow's always brighter...
He's walking...
Sometimes, he feels like he's on the crossroads, gasping for air, trying to figure out the biggest enigma, called "Life". Trying to reborn from the ashes, but the fire won't ignite, it stifles every time...
He's walking...
Vortexes of grayness are taking over his will, And he's becoming more numb, by every step he takes His face's cold steel mask for the world, emotionless But on the inside his dreams and desires dance hopelessly to a bitter- sweet melody of reality...
He's walking...
Shadowed streets are sleeping covered with darkness's cloth. The stars ridicule lonely silhouettes, passer-bys that shiver under the moonlight, pacing to the destination unknown...
He's walking...
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Wed Feb 13, 2008 @ 03:00am · 0 Comments |