Meters of desperate measures
The trials of the feelings
What has been done
Can i do it
Will i do it
Is it right to do it
Killing of the best and growing it back
The nurturing of birth
The decapatation of the same
And the grim smile of love and death makes me insane
The innocent face
The wreckless deeds
Burning my insides to ashes
Nothing stays
Miserable, happy
Desperate, hopeful
Insanity, sane
Death, love
After each other
In a line
The one sawing of its head
And the other growing it back
The proces continues
Relief for a while
But the smoke smothering it
Back to the depths
To happen again
Again
Again
Again
It could have
If it was kept simple
It wont be
Cause its not
And cause its not
Should there still be a try?
No definite yes
No definite no
Just a confusing mess made of what once was content.
Should it have never been to begin with
Should it not have been born at all
Was it dead to start with
Did it ever breathe
Did it ever
Are there reasons
Small knowledge
The deception
Innocence converts to uncontrolable flinching
Does it want to
Was it created for this purpose
Does it want this purpose
Does it know of its purpose
The purpose of converting a stone into sand.
What once was solid
Make it vaporize into thin air
Untill it may realise
Would it care
Would it do it again
Quit or push through
Give me the truth
Give me you
Let me hold your troubles
And lets think away the world
Wishes
Not granted
Make it stop
Stop
Stop
Empty
Please
Why?
