Sentito
My face is cleverly adorned by a mask of lies. No one shall ever know that behind the deceptive feathers, glitter, and paper-mache, I am crying. No one will realize that I am not what I seem; that the smile plastered on my face isn't real.
calling to my far away home, of salt and sea. calling to the freedom that fills the air, and the soft sand that fills my hair. calling to all that i use to be
Oh Sea Shell, send my message. The time has come for me to return, to lay under the sun and burn. Oh, Sea Shell, send my message.
calling to my far away home, of salt and sea. calling to the freedom that fills the air, and the soft sand that fills my hair. calling to all that i use to be
Alice fell down the rabbit hole.
Harry Potter fell into the Pensive, and like every time his scar hurt.
Tris fell off the train.
And I'm sure someone fell somewhere in Inkheart
Why do all the greatest adventures start with someone taking a step into nothingness, and tumbling into a world they could never imagine? I have been falling down for years and years, tripping over everything imaginable, and still I remain firmly planted in reality. It's so not fair. All I end up with are bruises and skinned knees.
Mix-matched socks upon our feet
Holding hands under the tree
My eyes light up every time we meet
Without you what would I be?
Making flowers bloom
Happy and carefree
Never suspecting our doom
The best pair you'll ever see
But we went out separate ways
Our hearts where torn apart
Gone, our childhood days
Pain pierced me like a dart
Then you where gone
And I would still always love you
The world around me shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, like pixels of the hope we used to hold onto. Now there's nothing left for us to cherish, just chaos and fire. Just the dead and the broken. Just those who used to be, and those who wish they where not.
The world around me shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, like pixels of the hope we used to hold onto. Now there's nothing left for us to cherish, just chaos and fire. Just the dead and the broken. Just those who used to be, and those who wish they where not.
Oh, whispered lies.
Hold on. Hold on.
But not, fingers slipping.
Reality spinning
The lullaby continues
Whistling, Walling:
Lies, false hopes, misconceptions
Falling
Falling
Falling
Reality hits. Hard.
Ouch.
So many, many tears, collected over so many, many years
Rest upon my shoulders,
Forever my burden to bear
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The weight of the world
Sometimes mysterious things happen. Things, that for as long as you live you will never be able to explain. How did the Egyptians build the Great Pyramids? What about Easter Island? How on earth did anyone ever, ever come up with the quadratic equation? Why is "taboo" the word on One word for two days in a row? Isn't there suppose to be a new one each day? Do they really expect me to write about the same thing twice in a row? Yes, indeed, life presents many mystery, the latter being the most pressing. :)
To place a taboo on life.
The only option-the bloody knife.
No more. No more.
Before you, a closed door.
Start the battle
Their dictatorship you must rattle.
No more. No more.
Break open the locked door.
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