Confuseddd
Well-known member
I worked sort of hard on this
A ghost of a human,
Singing spectral notes too difficult for others to hear
those lyrical tale's of seclusion
capturing life's essence in such a deep abyss
Someone once told me the dark turns all into emptyness,
Yet we keep Sifting through for some abstract,
Bliss..
Searching through the void for A reason
Finding nothing but all Your demons
They whisper words so low only you can hear
Memorys of a time you thought were beyond your control
The demon's show you how you could have saved your soul
They scream at you "Should have saved your soul. . ."
Imprisoned inside the abyss , faster fading while you not to fondly reminisce
The memorys are history of the decay of a mentality , Youthful eyes ,
learning the world through older minds
Is fear the only thing that can find me ?
How am i supposed to discover a way out when its my emotions that blind me
My mind that confines me . . .
Yet we will continue to search for some sort of happiness. . .
Abstract from reality , we sift through our memory . . .
A ghost of a human,
Singing spectral notes too difficult for others to hear
those lyrical tale's of seclusion
capturing life's essence in such a deep abyss
Someone once told me the dark turns all into emptyness,
Yet we keep Sifting through for some abstract,
Bliss..
Searching through the void for A reason
Finding nothing but all Your demons
They whisper words so low only you can hear
Memorys of a time you thought were beyond your control
The demon's show you how you could have saved your soul
They scream at you "Should have saved your soul. . ."
Imprisoned inside the abyss , faster fading while you not to fondly reminisce
The memorys are history of the decay of a mentality , Youthful eyes ,
learning the world through older minds
Is fear the only thing that can find me ?
How am i supposed to discover a way out when its my emotions that blind me
My mind that confines me . . .
Yet we will continue to search for some sort of happiness. . .
Abstract from reality , we sift through our memory . . .