Ok, so I'm not the best with words,
but my thoughts are ever flowing.
It's just another ramblng from the one
who wants everything for himself,
but gives nothing in return
Returning from another escape
from a dissolved mind of self-
dissolution, i pry into your head
like there's no escape from being,
but when reflecting upon myself,
I can find nothing but darkness
Cliche? Maybe, but it's the only way I know
I thought I left everything of this type
behind when I took your hand
in the holiest of the only matrimony I've
I wake with you on my mind and hope
that one day, what's left to be fullfilled
will be done over like the light breaking
through a dawn on another dead day
Regardless of that solution,
everything I say will only help to
push anything away that could give solace,
as the thoughts drift further from the
starting line, you'll gradually understand,
like wine, that nothing comes
with a good taste at a young age
But if it rains when I die,
or I float above heaven on my own personal
bird of justice, then you'll see that what I lost
in life was nothing more then another
breaking point of death
There's no need to cry,
you or myself, because you don't even know
what's going on; the only one who cares
is the one who left me when I was but a child
The end of hate builds the beginning of destruction,
There's no sunlight in the course of our lives...
I'll still wake to kiss you on the dreams
of everything you left behind
But you can't explain me
in a simple one-step response,
I'll creep through everything you are with
a passion like that of a steed
not to feel good or end a pain driven envy of
but to spawn the creation of another germ in your mindless thoughts of self deprivation.
Suicided dreams in the long term goal of being one with all that has been, but the best aren't learned until they're dead, only then can you look at their steps and say "yes, I did what I could to master their words, long before they were driven to the other side of corruption."
What corruption? The pain of knowing what should have been done was only another fleeting memory left in the void of this fucked up reality: cliché once again.
But, imagine the only way to live was to explode with temptation into a gathering of murder... to exploit everything you once held as pure, and to take His name in vain for one final spurt against the very being that will end your life...
Breathe easy, for you'll never feel this pain of the ultimate knowledge...
Go ahead and think you can relate to everything you read, or any misplaced rage you see in the childish entries of Hate...
You're no more found then "they" are, and once you come to grips with that simple part of nature then you too will be able to cope with a final piece of truth: the only wheel we spin on is that of destruction; be it your own life or the world as a whole.
The only good you can do is die, so farewell good thoughts and feelings; I'll love you forever as I loved my own wife, but things end because there was never a beginning in the first place...
just one big continuation of a past we'll never see.