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In the eternal sunshine we fell in love, Forever bound to be together. Our hearts beating as one, mine felt as if it were trying to break free with a shove, as we sat up all night unable to sleep. Unable to gather, the courage to say goodnight. Afraid to close my eyes, I don't want to miss a thing. But here we are and it is time to part, Our fears last night, the fear in uncertainty came true, For now we part, this bitter taste that cannot be masked even by the sweetest tart. In such short time my love for you grew. I guess I'll forget you tomorrow. I guess it's time to live and let die. After all your heart rests with another ma

"Father forgive me for the stupid things I´ve done I´m on my way to see the light, I´m always on the run Father forgive me for the stupid things I´ve done I´m on my way to see the light, I´m always on the run" Father Forgive Me, Forgive My Tainted Soul, Its becoming to dark to see. The path you've gone and before me laid. Its covered by shade. I've seen The Light But I cannot save myself from this plight. I'm Lost, I'm in the dark, "I'm Always on the run." And it seems that, No matter how much i try. I'm Always in the dark, it's just so useless to cry. And all my efforts are vain, so father, to my p

Tick, Begin, You don't have much time, and time is all you have. Tock, Tick, But perfection can only last a second, no matter how precious, you build up all your efforts, for the perfect moment Tock, Tick, And then the moment is gone, And you fail to realize that all perfection can be, a moment You dont realize how perfect it was, but now its two late. Tock, Tick, No matter how much you want time to slow So you can get your head straight. the sand keeps falling Tock, Tick, And the writer has lost all word, His voice has been pulled from his chords, And he stands with an open mouth, with nothing to say, Tock, Tick,

Life begins. Life Ends. And the end gives life meaning. a life is only made when its has gone through the cycle, The Circle: Birth and Death Thus the circle is complete. All the time we feel as we are running from death, That death is following, reaching for us. And that eventually he will reach us. But, He is not. He is waiting, and we are running to him. The more we try to outrun him the faster we get to him. There is no avoiding it, resistance is useless. In the end, two things are certain. We were born, And we will die. We work to but things we don't need, and in turn those things we bought, control our lives. We

Through weeks of restless nights with bags beneath my eyes. I feel so removed from life. Like my brain has been set to autopilot.. I do things I'm told I interact I react But it feels more that I'm a puppet Held up on my feet by a million strings controlling my every action. It feels as if I'm in the theater watching life unfold in front of me on the stage, and i watch as the millions of people hiding behind paper masks go about their daily tasks. When will it be the day that the strings will fade, When the puppeteer will leave, and autopilot will be turned off.

Of all the emotions, That i have so far felt. There is none i have cherished with such passion, yet hate with such vigor. It brings such joy, but soon after sorrow will take its place. When i have this emotion, I would never want it to leave. But later, i wish i had never felt it. Strange that such a highly rated emotion could bring so much pain, for all the happiness it creates.. Strange that such a simple emotion has inspired so many, Been the point in which people would do anything for one another When our primal instinct is to hate and destroy. But alas the human mind is a thing that is hard t understand. What is it that ge

In the light that gives no illumination I look into the mirror that gives no reflection I see the savior that saves no lives and the Judge who knows not right from wrong. In a world where the pedophile raises children and murderers coreside with saviors and saints Where the innocent are rediculed And the law breakers glorified We sit and complain to ourselves that the world is what it is. But it's only what we made it. We put faith in a book that is backed up by faith and no proof we wait and hope that in the end we are saved from the hell we live in and sent to heaven. We wait and hope to be sent to heaven. But what we fail t

Listen just listen. Thats all I ask of you. Listen to the soft sounds of those waves. In fact you can watch them advance the shore. And retreat only to Advance again. Look at the sun shining on the blue-green waves. But look closer. Beyond that. Do you see anything?? Of course you dont Because there isnt anything. It empty. Completely empty Go, see for yourself walk into that endless void, You will float in nothingness It will be as if you were dead. But you will be will know that you are alive. Yoou will be stuck pulled away deeper into the void surrounded by blue-green waters. Unable to get out. Trapped. Purgatory.

Searching.. Always searching. The search lights reach over the desolate landscape. Cutting away at the darkness. But the light has a limited area a limited range The darkness cuts it off. Keeps the light held back rsetricted to its source. Like a prisoner in chains. It slows the search. And as the searcher follows the steady beam, Holding the map with shaking hands. His eyes are red. Bloodshot in fact. There are bags under his eyes. His legs are shaking. Trembling. He can barely lift them. They feel like lead. His knees are threatning to give out under his weight. To send him plumeting to the dusty ground. et. But he st