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The heart turned empty and cold, i felt the same as when my soul was sold. My mind went blank, while i silently thought things over. The kindness sank, when i found not even my wings could hold her.

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not. Remember that what you have now was once among the things you hoped for."

They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it , how can they reach me?
I guess they can't, I guess they won't, I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!

Sometimes you think about a person without knowing their name
It is like music of which you dont know the title.

Sometimes you think about the name of a person and you dont know what they are thinking
It is like knowing the title, but not knowing the song.

Let my soul blaze and rage by the fire i craved
Let me taste the race for a place in your grace
Make dreams reality and make the reality like a dream

Coming through the door, drifting on colours of flowers once given by unknown sorrow
walking through the hallway, thinking of the times where rhymes were more than simple lines
i'm willing to progress, but all i get is regress, bringing me back to the stance in which i glance through chances.
Not knowing where to go now, seeing as i miss the know how to get higher than low down.
Even after conquering my deepest pits by lingering for sincere wits,
noticed i never got what i desired, never got my fire extinguished.
seeing you smile, praying you never see my vile, and hoping you're enjoying my style.
searching for a reason to learn to enjoy my beacon.
but i end up dreaming through my earphones and imagining i cant be seen by some.
Fighting my strife to end a life and see fine light while i smile at my plight.
breaking this bracing cycle is what im trying by lying to myself.
wanting this heart to keep on beating, to keep my body heated and my soul pleads for forgiveness for bringing alive this seed.
I sold my soul to the devil and i will never get it back. Now wandering like a ghoul full of evil and it'll turn into a wreck.
by living through my disaster i got corrupted by things that i thought would last, not knowing i cant keep on plowing through my mind that past.
Praying for better days to hold on, so i have better things to say when i go on and move on from this love that felt so wrong.

P.F.

The truth is
you're the weak
and i am
the tyranny
of wicked men

Dying tears living of dreams
Overflowed by disasters of corrupted masters
Roughing down the laughing frown
Escaping beasts establishing feasts
Murderous intent craving for triggering content

You don't have to point out where it all went wrong,
Don't even try to come along with your chi-an-chong.
I reflected back on the past and received the expected sack,
Just listen and sit down
i'm aware i'm on my way to limbo
Truthfully, it's lust holdin' me.

Gazing in your eyes i can see i've met your soul before,
Glancing through your lies, this is a deja-vu times four.

"When a child has an imaginary friend, we call it cute and play along. When an adult has an imaginary friend, we call it schizophrenia and treat him with drugs. When many adults share an imaginary friend, we call it religion and get yelled at when we point out the similarities between points two and three."

-credits to an unknown source..