I'm A Single Soul In A Lost Sea Of Timeless Existence...
So, perhaps a world of mirrors in a sanctuary of illusions only reflects what can be seen. but then, nothing could be seen at all. and we would all be in a soulless void of nothingness. as empty and hollow as the one who calls them self the bane of their own existence, and the benefactor of the faceless images of perception. As Insane As The Madmen Who Roam, But As Gentle As The Dove Who Coos In The Morning Melody Of The Wind. The One who Calls Themselves, No-one.
I Am No-One.
~~~This Is A Personal Poem That Shows My Emotions Clearly, And Not Through A Shadowed Glass Of Interpretations Like My Other Musical Poems.~~~
Do you want to know what my problem is?
I'll tell you what my problem is…
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I Am Hanging by a Noose,
Slowly Bleeding, Slowly loose,
I see Crimson, Rivers run free
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Watch My Blood-Red Crimson Fall,
Watch It Burn, Watch It All;
The First Cut, Burns My Skin
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