untouched waves of restlessness
broken pieces of truth
voices better to be ignored
unhesitant, unaware, it echoes
…
predictive motion of what it has to be
hope burns without passion but hate
crumpled in my pillars of pain
it isolate me
…
the truth makes me sick
embraced by darkness i hate dying
noone can understand this longing
leave this place… and then im done
Copyright 2008 Micgui
