In the mornings evening I cry. The bloody tears falling from the sky. When the world spins.... Crying out "glory" for the wounded soul.
Those memories, my wounded memories.
My head....
It spins!!!
I just want to cry and scream, it hurts so bad. Those memories, I wish I could just, well... Delete them! But I can't because those memories just stick in your head.
Just like tree sap from a pine tree. My memories are a horror movie. A couple of clips keep on playing over and over again.
Memories are there to remind us. Of things that have gone before.
All of my memories will die, when I die.
Memories are forever and we can no longer see them.
Neither time or distance can erase what I love, that have been written on our hearts. Mind memories are the treasure of the soul.
My memories starts to fade and my pain starts to fill.
Huh... My childhood endured a world of nightmare! The biggest and worst trails. I, yes, I had to face. The white room... Dam!!! So painful. Its return, it's all coming back. The non different vs. the different.
Why do they consider the different is thus different? Damn them!
The eyes of mine, so tearful. Petrified of the remembrance. I looked deep down inside within. The heart lies a monotonous melancholy.
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly of the one.
Moving willingly or unwillingly, apart. The awful reverberation of the pain. The unusual silence of the heart. The hazardous ambiance of betrayal, so treacherous, so obnoxious.
That it obtains us so ferociously.
To trust in one being more than loyal. Forcing to do, forced to be. Either or by reasons... It hurts our life and existence.
The memories are so powerful. They tear every inch of me. The memories are so tedious, it sways the Almighty.
Hoping and pleading for my dream of hope.
That we will soon stand!
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I Am Only Human
Mystery / Thriller"We fight and we shed. Every inch and every sorrow, we cry. In the world we live in, in the world we feed on. Sorrow can leave you spending in a frame. With so much guilt and pain. Sorrow was taken as a game, but it's so much more than and emotio...
